56. The Great EyriesAiden, Iolair, Torca, and Kiligrahr left Teraan City flying southeast, with the sun setting behind them. They skimmed over the forest canopy, the trees below falling rapidly into shadow. It was soon dark, yet while Aiden squinted into the blackness ahead, Torca sat calmly with runes of Eadha, the wind, and Coll, wisdom, dancing around his fingers.
They pressed on for several hours. Aiden clutched tightly to the harness around Iolair’s shoulders, but he caught himself more than once nodding forwards, jolting awake once more. How long had they been on the move now? Climbing the Wall with Suilan felt like an age ago.
Ahead, Kiligrahr’s wingtip scuffed the top branch of a tree. The Eagle wheeled up a little, flapping to right himself. Torca waved across to Aiden.
“We sho
