Seven years later...
An eagle swooped down over the river, and expertly snatched a fish right out of the water. Danae sat on the grass, carefully observing the color of the bird's feathers so she could replicate them on her drawing pad. She picked up the light brown pencil and bended her head to color the darkest shadows of the feathers on the eagle she'd drawn. In her drawing, he was perched on a branch overlooking the river and woodlands before him. She was thinking of adding the snowcapped mountains too.
A lock of her long black hair spilled over her face, and she pushed it back with her hand. Her hair came down to just above her bottom. She'd braided a lock on the other side. Her golden skin was near the color of the grasslands of Harlem, Alaska. She wore a camouflage jacket that her
