The rosette-marked boy is not the only one to use the wind to fly today.

Ker soars gleefully alongside her bonded, snatching the air beneath her broad wings and using the howling winds to propel herself faster than she's ever gone before. For the first time, she is an eagle, and not an ugly hatchling huddled between her filly's withers. For the first time, she resembles the fierce adult raptor she will become; her grey feathers are fully gone now, replaced with varying hues of brown, and her wings are strong enough to carry her weight rather than useless chicken-esque twigs stuck to her body.

For the first time, Oizys thinks she could actually be quite useful.

The gargoyle runs alongside her companion, feeling her lungs swell with air and her heart forget its desire to Cough and focus fully on pumping blood around her body. She is stronger now, a stable herd life paying dividends and stripping away the weakness of being an outcast winter-child. Her muscles are clearly defined beneath her swathes of puppy fat and steel grey fur, and the Cough finds it harder to fight its ugly way out of her jowls now.

She runs with the wind at her back and her eagle alongside her, following the gust-borne scents of Home. That is what this land is, apparently, although the gargoyle can't help but long for the freedom of the wilderness. She is just contemplating this when Sister-Smell reaches her keen young nostrils, coupled with Boy-Smell. She wrinkles her nose; the last Boy she met was that hornless little shit who insulted her, her parents, her everything. She hopes the Boy deemed good enough to socialise with Enyo is worthy of such a blessing - the young goddess directs her path accordingly, though, just so she can decide that for herself.

They're stood at the edge of a cliff, and Enyo is urging the colt to jump. Oizys' cold grey eyes gleam with macabre glee as she nears, and Ker gives a long squawk of agreement as she comes in to land on her bonded's hindquarters. Look, the young eagle seems to scream to the land-bound boy; look how awesome flight is! The filly moves close to her sister, seeking to press her side against her sibling's rain-drenched flesh, whilst her frosty gaze lingers on the hybrid colt. "Yeah, do it - jump," she goads, her tufty mane wrapping around her neck with the force of the gale. She doesn't know who this boy is, but she knows how fun it is to watch failed flights - she got endless hours of amusement out of Ker's first futile attempts to catch the wind beneath her wings.