"That's not a bad idea," Arialla admitted, turning her head to see the rock that the other eagle meant. She started paddling that way instead. At least it was a sunny day; they should dry off relatively quickly. Fighting against her eagle-brain's instinctive hostility to another of its kind, she added, "Nice find."
It didn't take her long to reach the rock and pull herself out of the water onto it. It wasn't large, so it'd be close quarters, but there was enough space for both of them to spread their wings and wait for them to dry. Getting comfortable in an appropriate position, Arialla figured they might as well chat to pass the time. "So what brings you all the way out here?"
It didn't take her long to reach the rock and pull herself out of the water onto it. It wasn't large, so it'd be close quarters, but there was enough space for both of them to spread their wings and wait for them to dry. Getting comfortable in an appropriate position, Arialla figured they might as well chat to pass the time. "So what brings you all the way out here?"
Arialla
Freedom. Flight. Grace. Keen-sight.
"Golden Eagle - Mongolia" by carfull...from Wyoming is licensed with CC BY-NC-ND 2.0.
