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Outside, the Redwind now swallows any sight or sound, but for the unmistakable screech from above, piercing and fierce, parting the atmosphere to warn us he is here.
His great eagle—Odio.
How I wish to see him. His wingspan must be larger than my outstretched arms to coast the deadly gale.
I exhale hard, finding plenty of room in my chest now that he isn’t close. He’s an enigma like his eagle, present but too high to ever reach.