"Would it grow back when you transformed again, or would you lose a toe?" Arialla wondered aloud. She hadn't been Attuned for very long, so she was still uncertain about some of the mechanics.
Nodding, she looked out over the ocean -- such a familiar sight, but always new, always a little different. "The ocean is beautiful."
Henry's explanation started Arialla enough that she jumped and almost fell off the rock, having to flap her wings awkwardly to regain her balance. She turned her head to look at him, surprised by his interest. "Yes, I am ... I lost a lot by coming here -- my home, my family, even my god. But I'm living with it. And there are upsides -- I couldn't become an eagle at home."
She didn't mention how lost she still felt, sometimes. That was not always a part of her she wanted to share with near-strangers.
Nodding, she looked out over the ocean -- such a familiar sight, but always new, always a little different. "The ocean is beautiful."
Henry's explanation started Arialla enough that she jumped and almost fell off the rock, having to flap her wings awkwardly to regain her balance. She turned her head to look at him, surprised by his interest. "Yes, I am ... I lost a lot by coming here -- my home, my family, even my god. But I'm living with it. And there are upsides -- I couldn't become an eagle at home."
She didn't mention how lost she still felt, sometimes. That was not always a part of her she wanted to share with near-strangers.
Arialla
Freedom. Flight. Grace. Keen-sight.
"Golden Eagle - Mongolia" by carfull...from Wyoming is licensed with CC BY-NC-ND 2.0.
