The Eagle

In winter, snowstorms on the plains of Seraphim are like rain in the heat. When it's not, you can look wherever you want. When it does, you must close your eyes to protect your eyeballs.

The big tent was still standing strong. The roof trembled in the wind. The spear tied with its rope and planted into the ground didn't seem to be coming loose.

The people inside sat waiting. They were saving firewood so they had to sit close together. It was a dangerous journey, they knew that.

Meanwhile, inside the cart, Elestria slept comfortably. Her hand held a whole jerky. The winter wind became her lullaby.

For days she couldn't count, she stayed there. She didn't wanna come into the tent. She knew people noticed her closeness to Keir.

Among the winds that carried ice pellets, an eagle flew. Its wings flapped wide and white. Its sharp eyes watched the tent with a chimney.