"I am Flit! Hello! What sort of a creature are you, besides a queen? You're not at all horselike! Very few creatures are at all horselike, it turns out."

"I'm a human. Daughter of Eve," says Isabella, as the dryad ties off her braid and she pulls herself to her feet with a crystal-topped scepter. "There are a fair number of horselike creatures. There are centaurs and unicorns and apparently winged horses, in addition to non-speaking horses."

"A proper human Queen! Oh my goodness oh my goodness!" says Flit, prancing excitedly. "Is Pin - I mean, is the King human too?"

"The King is human too. Pin?"

"I forgot what his name was but I remembered about the magic pin he was talking through so I kept thinking of him as 'the king in the pin' but that's too long and Pin is a perfectly nice name if you're a winged horse, it can be short for Pinion or Pinfeather," he explains.

"The king's name is James," says Isabella. "There are winged horses named Pinfeather?"

"Yes! Is that surprising?" he inquires.

"I didn't have any preconceptions about winged horse names. But I think it's cute."

"Okay," Flit says agreeably. "I think Isabella is a pretty name! It's very mysterious. Anyway, what's an envoy supposed to do? I'm not really sure."

"Well, you come in and you join us for meals and stay in a guest room for a while - I think the ones that are set up for unicorns and so on should work all right for you - and you tell us about winged horses and we tell you about how Narnia is being run these days and eventually you go home and talk to the other winged horses about that. You can also talk to them through my scepter if you want, it will let people talk to their friends from far away, but I don't let it out of my sight so you couldn't say anything privately or very long that way. Maybe there are things winged horses need that we can supply or things we could use that winged horses could supply, or both, and then we figure out how we want to do that."

"That doesn't sound too hard, I guess," he says. "Okay!"

"I feel very welcomed!" he says, following after her and tucking his wings in close so they don't bang against the door-frames.

"So tell me about the winged horses. How are you organized? What do you do do all day? What were you eating during the long winter?"

"Well, the winter didn't make very much of a difference up in the mountains," he says. "Since it's cold up there anyway. I grew up with Gramps telling stories about how we used to live lower down and there were more things to eat sometimes and it all sounded very tasty but I didn't really understand what it was like until spring happened. Spring is very exciting! What do you mean, how are we organized?"

"Well, who decided you should be the envoy and how did they decide it?"

"I was really excited about it and no one else nearby was that excited but everybody agreed that we should send somebody so it was just obvious," he says.

"What would've happened if nobody was very excited, or if not everybody agreed that you should send somebody?"

"Well, if nobody was very excited we would've had to pick based on something else," he says. "Maybe somebody who was a good flier and didn't mind going. It's a long flight. I didn't even know how long it was until I flew it. And if not everybody agreed then the people who didn't think we should send somebody and the people who did think we should send somebody would argue, and if there was enough arguing about it and there wasn't anybody who really wanted to go then we probably wouldn't have sent somebody after all."

"What would have happened if you had really wanted to go but the others didn't think anybody ought to go?"

"Well, then they would've argued with me about it! But I don't know what they would've said because I don't know why anybody wouldn't want me to go," he says. "It's Narnia. Real proper not-always-winter-anymore Narnia."

"Okay," laughs Isabella, writing something down in her notebook. "When the spring came how come we didn't see any winged horses coming to see what was going on?"

"Well, because we weren't sure if there were even any people in Narnia anymore or if the evil winter witch had starved you all to death, and there wasn't anybody who wanted to go find out more than they wanted to stay home and enjoy having seasons," he says. "But then that centaur came by. And I got excited."

"Makes sense."