Daughter-of-the-Wind

I am a daughter-of-the-wind. The sky is my home; the clouds are my refuge.

The wind, though frigid and piercing to land-walker-two-legs, is my catalyst. The frosty invisible force shifts gloriously upwards, catching my outstretched leather limbs, and I begin to climb. One pump, two pumps, three pumps, soar. The sky becomes closer than it has ever been. Up, up, and up. Higher. Until I finally pierce through the clouds and the two-leg-tent-city below is masked by damp-white-floating-water all around me. I look upward and my eyes close as I continue to climb, reveling in the triumphant feeling that pulses through my body, searing every fiber of my illustrious being with that which I have craved for so long.

Freedom.

I am Queen-of-the-air. She-Who-Will-Not-Be-Restrained. With my Rider on my back and the wind under my wings,

I am unstoppable.

Written as a homage to Christopher Paolini’s Inheritance series.