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The great eagle banked slowly in the cold rushing wind, sinking ever lower in the sky, angling toward the treetops tens of metres below.
Heather clung to its neck, her fists wrapped in its feathers, her heart leaping with each soaring turn. It was magical, beyond anything she had ever experienced before. The freedom, the power. She closed her eyes and tried to capture the feeling in her memory, box it in, keep it safe, aware even as she did so that she would never be able to truly replicate the exhilaration of flight. Still, she was determined to try.
Seated behind her, Frankle stared down at the Tangle stretched out like a green carpet below them. He could feel its power, its threat, just as he could recognise some part of the wielder’s art in the eagle’s form he rode upon. Recognis
