The Sentinels circle of perversion

not for the first time, he thought that surely osprey must be a witch in her own right, one gifted with the pleasure and skill of storytelling. he too was carried with the hapless spirit in the eagle's talons; he felt the rush of the wind and smelled the coldness of the air, which suddenly shimmered with all manner of colours. 

and he also felt himself placed down, heard the deep roil of the eagle's voice as he spoke and then he paused. all at once it was lasher's turn to speak, to become the great avian. there were many paths that forked before him, but the druid knew which one it was he would choose. "i will take you home, spirit," lasher spoke, marvelling at his own voice, "but only if you do one thing for me. bring me a shard of crystal from the highest cloud."