A mighty shriek sounded as a golden eagle flew through the evening sky; the azure sun silhouetting the mighty beast. Unlike in Sully, the sky here was clear and rejuvenating to look at, with the wind being even more refreshing as it blew past the mountains around and pushed the clean fluffy clouds in the sky fluidly.
The large beast of a bird screeched again, as if to preach its presence to the low life ground walkers beneath it.
PA!*
"Poppa! I shot a bird down!" A ten year old child ran to his father, golden bird in hand as they walked through the lively street.
"What? Hey-ey! Now we've got beast meat checked out of the grocery list... Wait, is that my gun?"
The boy whistled nervously as he hid the weapon behind him. "... Hm? H—Hey look dad... it's Lord Bladefield."
The lucky appearance of the province's hero delayed the daring child's scolding.
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"Did he come in the end?"
