Returning to Land

[featherborn]

The eagle circles one final time over the trees, wings stretched to their full. Freedom at its best. There is a slow spiralling dissent onto a tree in the middle of the forest. Moments later the eagle vanishes, and there is blond woman sitting in its place. Katya settles down on the study branch, swinging her legs while she reaches for the backpack she left there earlier.

She ties her hair back and slides the old faithful baseball down shading her face. Well, back to be landlocked for another day or so. She rips open a Mars bar with her teeth and toasts the skies and spits the wrapper to the ground cursing her employers at the circus.

If she could have her way, she would live in the forest where she could fly every day and ignore the rest of the world.

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[lovestofly]

There's a whistle, then. Not the calls of a bird, and certainly not some manner of wolf whistle. Rather, it's a sing-song melody of someone calling for attention.

There, sitting on a branch in a tree, swinging his legs just like she had earlier, sits a scruffy young man. "Hey, Eagle-Eye." He grins, easy and comfortable. "Let's keep littering away from the woods, alright?"