Princess Qamari stood on the back of the golden bird as huge ancient oak, magnolia, palm, coconut, birch, and maple trees swept by her vision. Her arms openly spread out, she closed her eyes and breathed in the verdant nature deeply.
She had never felt as free, calm, and peaceful as she did than.
All the tension and fear from the past few days of hiding, and witnessing with her very eyes the brutality of nature and reality of her situation left her body. She no longer needed to be fearful or alone, because she had the golden bird with her.
Thinking of the fact that she still addressed the golden bird as golden bird, she frowned.
"Golden bird, what is your name?" Princess Qamari asked gently.
"Name? Is golden bird not my name?" The gold bird confusedly asked.
