Harkell smiled, “I always was, Sire.”
Just as Tarkyn sent a wave of esse through his hand into Harkell, a raucous cry, and a flurry of black and gold wings filled the air as Tarkyn’s eagle swooped in to land with a heavy thump on his shoulder. Harkell dived backwards in alarm and rolled out of the way. When he sat up, he was met with the sight of Tarkyn irritably trying to brush the eagle’s tail feathers out of his face as she turned on his shoulder.
“Blasted bird! Now I’ve got a mouth full of eagle down. Ptooey. Yuk!” As she settled facing forwards, the prince pushed her sideways so that she wasn’t crowding up against the side of his face. “Will you move over? I can’t see a thing if you stick your beak in my face.” As if in answer, she delicately picked up some strands of his long black
