I labored into the air. Wolf was a heavy meal, not only fairly large, but also very, very tough meat. Father had flown off some minutes ago. We really hadn’t said anything else to each other; what was there to say? I wished them well with their new eaglet, and they wished me well. But it was time for me to fly free.
I finally reached the thermal, and relaxed, letting it carry me higher and higher. Truly this was a wonderful life. I could see forever.
Suddenly I had a desire to see more, to see the world. What was beyond the next mountain, and the one after that? I was an Eagle, no longer in the Eyrie. I could find out, I could go see. I didn’t have to return to the nest each night. I could fly, and fly, and see whatever I wanted.
But first I needed height. Lots of height. And there was no rush.
As I rose I looked in all directions, each one as I turned toward it. There didn’t seem to be all that much difference... mountains in all directions, some taller, some shorter.
The sun. I didn’t want to fly in the face of the sun. Nor did I want to fly South, where the sun would always be annoying. I would fly North. I could always tell which way was North, that would be easy. North.
As I continued to gain height, I focused more and more of my attention on the North. I snapped my vision down onto various objects... cliffs, valleys, rivers. I saw a gorgeous waterfall about fifty miles away. Not huge, but falling from an enormous height. I even saw a fish go over the water fall. I doubted he would survive.
I kept climbing, higher and higher. This was the highest I think I had ever been. And I could see farther than I ever had in my entire life. North. I launched into the next thermal, the wind swift and cold under my wings, and the sky clear and open to my view. I could see forever.
The next thermal took me even higher, and I decided to look down, straight down. I scanned around, and I saw it, I saw her. I saw my mother, sitting on her nest, her head under her wing. My mother, sitting on her egg, and egg which I hoped would produce a new eaglet for Mother.
I looked again, and saw the poetry club cliff. There were five of them sitting there. I looked closer, and Whehehnarr and Sw were there. And she was looking up at me, straight up at me. “I’ll be back,” I said, and she winked her eye
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