3.4

She was laying stretched out on the tiled stone floor. It was cold but she did not mind, in fact her mind was far from the locked room. She was soaring among the clouds again. Of all the minds that she had felt the eagle was by far the one she enjoyed the most. The fierce power of the bear and the keen senses of the rabbit had their rewards to but nothing could compare with the flight and freedom of the great bird.

Someone shook her back to the white room again. For the last few days it had just been a sence of waiting, eating and sleeping. Noone came to visit her, not even for gloating of beating. It was incredible boring but on the other hand, she did get a lot of time stretching her senses and learning more from the wayland session that she had started to call them.
She opened her eyes and saw a guard standing above her pointing to a tray beside her. On it was some boiled vegetables, a grilled chicken leg and a cup of beverage. Fairly tasteless but she was used to not having much taste from her upbringing. Besides, she could still feel the taste of fresh kill in her mouth from her latest catch with the eagle. It had been a special treat. She had managed to move between the eagle and a small rodent. She had moved the rodent up on a rock and just in the nick of time switched over to the eagle as it slammed it's claws into the small animal. It had not been as tasty as some of the kills the bear got but it was an interesting experience anyway.
Slowly she chewed her way through the food and then pushed away the tray to lay down again. She closed her eyes and started to slip away towards the bear but suddenly got an idea. No, not the bear right now. How about a trip with a nearly domesticated rat.
She laughed at the thought of it. If not more she could at least get a good laugh from it. Perhaps she could grant herself so much more. Perhaps even the freedom she so longed for.