3.6

Rough branches tore into her skin when she woke up. The light was already blinding as she tried to shield her eyes. As she moved about a great shadow fell over her as the eagle stepped infront of the sun. She looked up at the great bird and remembered calling for it, felling it and being it.
Cornered on the parapet she had felt no other option than to reach out as far and forcefully as she could. And at a distance she had felt an animal larger than anything else that was flying. The beast had been willing and before long she had been heading away from the captivity. But the concentration needed to keep control of the eagle had drained her powers quickly and she had had to land here at a large nest for rest. She must have slept throughout the night and long into the morning considering how high the sun was.

Looking down out over the lowlands she could see people moving towards her. Three distinct trails of dust was racing through the dry landscape. First she saw a small group of riders, some miles behind she saw a single wagon and far behind them a small sandstorm was gaining on the other two groups with an alarming rate.

Still tired she fell into a deep sleep once more dreaming of movements tugging her around in a field covered in fog. Screams of desperate children echoing all around her. Devoco! Indolentia!