The wind roared in her ears, but Paprika felt a calm she hadn’t known in days. The eagle’s powerful wings sliced through the air as it carried her away from the perilous cliffs. Wrapped in her cloak, she clung to the creature’s golden feathers, her wide eyes fixed on the valley below.
Lush greens & glimmers of sunlight split by a sparkling river that wound through meadows painted by wildflowers. It was a change of scenery Paprika welcomed. She looked up at her savior in gratitude.
The eagle let out a cry, low & resonant, & Paprika’s ears twitched beneath her hood. It reminded her of something familiar, she didn't immediately place it. She remembered the small bird she’d comforted in the storm. Could it be? she thought to herself.
As the valley drew closer, Paprika couldn’t shake the feeling that her journey was only beginning.