Arialla nodded, one of the few human gestures she could make as an eagle. My partial shifts come to me when I need them ... though not always quickly enough.
Again there was a story behind her words -- the one story, the one that felt like it now defined her life and that she did not wish to share today -- but she said nothing of it. But the eagle's claws came to her so easily now, when she was angry, or afraid. Or both -- they tended to coincide these days.
I've never tried, she said, after a moment taken to remember what echolocation was -- she knew the concept, having used it in her dolphin shift, but the word wasn't very familiar. It seems like I would have to shift a lot of my head and ears ...
Again there was a story behind her words -- the one story, the one that felt like it now defined her life and that she did not wish to share today -- but she said nothing of it. But the eagle's claws came to her so easily now, when she was angry, or afraid. Or both -- they tended to coincide these days.
I've never tried, she said, after a moment taken to remember what echolocation was -- she knew the concept, having used it in her dolphin shift, but the word wasn't very familiar. It seems like I would have to shift a lot of my head and ears ...
Arialla
Freedom. Flight. Grace. Keen-sight.
"Golden Eagle - Mongolia" by carfull...from Wyoming is licensed with CC BY-NC-ND 2.0.
