The smell of wet in the air was thick as they hurried through the fern and brush beneath the evergreens. Vira tried to pick the best path through the undergrowth but with every gust of wind through and over the trees, it made it even more difficult. "Not much further!" She shouted back, though she did not want to admit how unsure she really was.
It took another half a bell to escape the trail and when they emerged on the flat where Mohya waited, the wind had become a gale and the snow had shifted back to rain. Only, it was far worse than rain: it was freezing rain. Mohya was constantly shaking her feathers to keep the frigid liquid off as the squall unloaded upon them and their home a bell's flight away.
"Petch, Alori, hurry!" There was nothing ceremonious about it now as Vira pulled the basket harder. Once they reached the impatient and anxious bird, the Endal would drop her end and fetch the rope from the bags to tie the tote to the eagles leg. Then, grabbin one end of the long sticks that had acted as the handles, she stepped down on the part closest to the basket hard, trying to break it. But the stick was thick and it took three more attempts before she managed to snap it off with a resounding CRACK that send the teen sprawling on the slick ground. With an oof, she struggled to get back up, muddy and sodden as a result, and hurried back to the basket. The process was repeated with the other two handles, of which were then pushed through the "bars" at the top of the basket to keep the kill inside during flight.
"Quick, get on." Mohya was sending a torrent of urgency into Vira's mind as she offered the other a hand up. "No time to strap in. Just hang on to me, okay?" Vira climbed up afterwards, sliding in front of the other and slipping her hands into the holds for the harness. "GO." Was all she said, the giant bird kicking off with enough force to nearly throw the girls off her back in the process as the winds buffeted them ferociously, the icy rain making hanging on even more difficult.
~Hold on, girls, we've got to climb a bit. You'll see the steam fields below; when you do, it's a few ticks out that the cave is.~ The eagle pressed into both of their minds before veering into the unrelenting winds and beating wings with all her might to push through and up without losing altitude.
It took another half a bell to escape the trail and when they emerged on the flat where Mohya waited, the wind had become a gale and the snow had shifted back to rain. Only, it was far worse than rain: it was freezing rain. Mohya was constantly shaking her feathers to keep the frigid liquid off as the squall unloaded upon them and their home a bell's flight away.
"Petch, Alori, hurry!" There was nothing ceremonious about it now as Vira pulled the basket harder. Once they reached the impatient and anxious bird, the Endal would drop her end and fetch the rope from the bags to tie the tote to the eagles leg. Then, grabbin one end of the long sticks that had acted as the handles, she stepped down on the part closest to the basket hard, trying to break it. But the stick was thick and it took three more attempts before she managed to snap it off with a resounding CRACK that send the teen sprawling on the slick ground. With an oof, she struggled to get back up, muddy and sodden as a result, and hurried back to the basket. The process was repeated with the other two handles, of which were then pushed through the "bars" at the top of the basket to keep the kill inside during flight.
"Quick, get on." Mohya was sending a torrent of urgency into Vira's mind as she offered the other a hand up. "No time to strap in. Just hang on to me, okay?" Vira climbed up afterwards, sliding in front of the other and slipping her hands into the holds for the harness. "GO." Was all she said, the giant bird kicking off with enough force to nearly throw the girls off her back in the process as the winds buffeted them ferociously, the icy rain making hanging on even more difficult.
~Hold on, girls, we've got to climb a bit. You'll see the steam fields below; when you do, it's a few ticks out that the cave is.~ The eagle pressed into both of their minds before veering into the unrelenting winds and beating wings with all her might to push through and up without losing altitude.