Arialla had taken to testing her new wings in long flights over Caido, exploring the new land from the skies -- taking in its sights, its sounds, its winds. Today that brought her to the Feverlands, the great swamp, where she noticed a disturbance below, trees swaying in the path of ... something. She circled over the huge creature; it would have intimidated her, normally, but from a couple hundred feet up she felt safe. As an eagle she was queen of the skies, and she'd encountered few problems with other animals -- though a bunch of crows had mobbed her away from their nests on one memorable, unpleasant occasion.
Despite the distance between them, Arialla's eagle sight allowed her to take in every detail of the creature below, every rough-edged scale and dusty tusk. From above, it was fascinating. Had she been on the ground, she would have fled.
Despite the distance between them, Arialla's eagle sight allowed her to take in every detail of the creature below, every rough-edged scale and dusty tusk. From above, it was fascinating. Had she been on the ground, she would have fled.
Arialla
Freedom. Flight. Grace. Keen-sight.
"Golden Eagle - Mongolia" by carfull...from Wyoming is licensed with CC BY-NC-ND 2.0.
