Cinder

Cinder slaps her tail down.  “Stop.  Give me a moment.”  Cass fidgets, pulls her satchel off of Cinder’s foreclaw, suits up.  Cinder holds her nose in the air.

“They’re moving fast,” she says, after a precious minute.  “And they’re airborne.  A giant eagle, or a griffon.”

“Which way?”

“West.”

Cass shuts her eyes.  When she opens them again, they are stone hard.  “Let’s go.  We’ll see if we can find them after they land.”

Cinder sighs.  “Get on.”

“We might as well save ourselves.  We can’t beat them by running.”

“Oh,” says Cinder, flexing her wings, “we won’t be running.”

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