Arialla soared high over the ocean waves, riding updrafts to conserve energy, watching the play of water and occasional fish or dolphin below. Though she made sure to keep the coastline within her enhanced sight -- she didn't fancy getting lost at sea -- she was coming to trust the eagle's sense of direction, which seemed far better than her human one.
The eagle's sense of taste wasn't better than her human one, but that felt like a mercy, considering what it ate. Arialla wasn't squeamish: as a priestess, her duties had included preparing ritual sacrifices, so she was used to the sight of very raw meat. Her primary obstacle to eating as an eagle wasn't any human scruple but the fact that she hadn't practiced hunting enough yet to be good at it.
So, she needed to practice more. And, as she was getting hungry on this leisure flight ... She spotted a fish dancing in the waters below, focused on it, and dove.
The eagle's sense of taste wasn't better than her human one, but that felt like a mercy, considering what it ate. Arialla wasn't squeamish: as a priestess, her duties had included preparing ritual sacrifices, so she was used to the sight of very raw meat. Her primary obstacle to eating as an eagle wasn't any human scruple but the fact that she hadn't practiced hunting enough yet to be good at it.
So, she needed to practice more. And, as she was getting hungry on this leisure flight ... She spotted a fish dancing in the waters below, focused on it, and dove.
Arialla
Freedom. Flight. Grace. Keen-sight.
"Golden Eagle - Mongolia" by carfull...from Wyoming is licensed with CC BY-NC-ND 2.0.
