"Nor do I think you could, Larree." "Oh, no," said Larry easily.

"I never tried to be that strong.

I fly," he added, casually.
The priestess rose to her feet, gazing at him with startled eyes.
"Fly!" she repeated incredulously.

"Like a _Zitia_?
A bird ?" Larry nodded--and then seeing the dawning command in her eyes, went on hastily.
"Not with my own wings, Yolara.

In a--a corial that moves through--what's the word for air, Doc--well, through this--" He made a wide gesture up toward the nebulous haze above us.