Inej turned her gaze to the entryway, where a tall Zemeni man stood... His daemon was a small goat. Its off-white coat was stained and smudged with dirt, and one of its horns was chipped, but it trotted along dutifully at the man’s feet as he wove through the tables to the back of the club... a barnyard goat, especially as a daemon, was a strange sight indeed.
Jesper & Milo (Pygmy Goat)












