Honeyed Pasture d r i f

Gunnar, bless his heart, did not get there in time.

The eagle’s talons closed around her with a mighty pinch, earning a surprised squeak from Silktail. Then she found herself rising into the air, though it felt a bit like she’d left her stomach somewhere down on the ground.

It should’ve frightened her, but as the pasture began to recede and she felt a great rush of air, Silktail could only yell, Wheeeeeeeeee!