[b]Thaler[/b]
[b]Somewhere on the road to Zerul[/b]

It came to her as some surprise how much that bird began to weigh on her after a while, like a sack of sugar balanced on her shoulder. The bird herself barely moved, it dug in its long talons to keep purchase on bony shoulders and then hunkered down like it were a crab steeling itself for the tide. Even without her injuries the bird would have become heavy after a while, that said she did not complain or attempt to move it, it was a welcome weight, something to distract her from the rest of the aches and pains in her body. 

[i]Perhaps I was too hasty in refusing the others help.[/i] She mused to herself as she stopped again to take a breath and ignore the roaring pain that threatened to encompass her. [i]The bird too, then it could decide if it really wanted to be here with us or not. She's lost everything, her owner, her home, her flight. Can't blame her for being grumpy.[/i]

with her breath caught and the scorched wings of her companion flapping impatiently against her cheek she stood and continued on her way. It was almost serene now that she had put some distance between herself and the group. The world was falling apart, with war and plagues and gods but it was so lovely too. There were songbirds in the trees which sang a gay and merry tune to one another, no doubt perched in trees or whirling over head somewhere. The sound of the wind against the trees and through the long grasses at the road side reminded her of the sea's waves. There were noises harder to hear too, the rustle of leaves, the sound of claws on trees from squirrels or other animals. 

It was sobering to think that in between everything they had endured, everything the planes was enduring there was still such serenity.