She started to answer, then exclaimed and wrenched at the controls. The aero wobbled on one wing as the top of a dune slid by scant feet below; then it plowed through the next crest and pancaked into the valley beyond.
The two scrambled, shaken up but undamaged, out of the battered craft, and Torcred caught the disheveled girl in his arms.
"You're a hopelessly bad bird," he growled in mock rage. "Two ships you've smashed up inside a week!"
And he would have touched noses with her, but Ladna evaded the gesture adroitly.
"Don't be a terrapin!" she chided. "You've got to learn civilized ways ... like this...."
He learned.