Journey

Season One, Episode Three of Where the River Runs.

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Syllder could barely sleep. He stayed awake, watching the sky and waiting for dawn to arrive. Beside him, Eaya was fast asleep, her flanks rising and falling slowly and her large wings tucked again her side. Syllder adjusted the position of his wings as he waited restlessly.

The camp was silent except for the occasional grunt or snort and the rustle of wings as they were repositioned. Overheard, Syllder saw the ominous form of an eagle slice through the dark morning sky.

"I can't believe we're going to leave this place," he mumbled quietly, making sure not to disturb the others. The more he thought about it, the more he wished that they could stay. But he had accepted the fact that they couldn't, and all he could do now was think about the good things their new home could provide.

Finally, dawn came and the others began to stir. Syllder was among one of the first ones up, along with Terro and a few high-ranking perytons that were helping get everything ready. Some of them were helping Defena, the healer, prepare traveling herbs that they could eat to keep their strength up during the journey.

"Are you ready?" A wing bumped up against Syllder's and he recognized the soft, calm voice instantly.

"Kind of," Syllder replied, flicking Eaya gently with his wing.

Eaya snorted and titled her head at him. "What do you mean, 'kind of?'"

Syllder shrugged. "I don't know. I don't want to leave our home, but at the same time I think finding a new home will be cool. . . like an adventure."

"Yeah, I get how you feel," Eaya mused. "I'm having similar feelings. I think everyone is."

Syllder sighed and shook his head. "I just wish this had never happened. No ancient danger, no new home. . ." He trailed off with a large, defeated sigh.

"Me too."

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