Except when I tried to leave his rooms, I found the door was shut. Hah. Did Cashel think a locked door would stop me? Even in daylight I had magic enough to get by this obstacle. Taking a breath, I dived under the door, squeezing myself as small as I could. It required a certain amount of skill, almost to the point of disappearing into so many dust motes, and reappearing on the other side, fully formed. I lost a few feathers in the process, but otherwise it was a perfect jump.
Shaking myself out, I spread my wings and flew, quiet as a shadow. I didn’t know where I was in the castle; perhaps central, on a high level. I suspected Cashel had either gone back to the duke and lady, or would be seeing to some business or other on the lower levels.