With an eagle's ears, that howling was audible way too far away, and so Arialla came, drawn by the sound of human suffering. She flew over the swamp in great circles, trying to peer between the leaves of its trees to figure out what was going on, but to no avail. It looked like she'd have to get under the branches for this one -- or, at least, someone would have to. Arialla's keen eyes might not have managed to pierce the canopy, but they had spotted movement: Mildew, whom Arialla recognized as her one-time host and benefactor.
Arialla swooped down near Mildew and dropped to the ground in human form, saying, "We meet again. Do you know what that is?"
She hoped that the demigod had an answer besides someone in pain, which Arialla had already surmised for herself; she also hoped that Mildew would have some idea what to do about it.
Arialla swooped down near Mildew and dropped to the ground in human form, saying, "We meet again. Do you know what that is?"
She hoped that the demigod had an answer besides someone in pain, which Arialla had already surmised for herself; she also hoped that Mildew would have some idea what to do about it.
Arialla
Freedom. Flight. Grace. Keen-sight.
"Golden Eagle - Mongolia" by carfull...from Wyoming is licensed with CC BY-NC-ND 2.0.
