Forseti was just beginning to revel in the freedom of flight, his wings catching him as he soared on the brisk breeze. He darted through the air with effortless speed, its wings slicing the air like a knife cutting paper.
Sirius and him now barely looked down as they reached the end of the fjord. The river branched in two ways and they found that at some point it had switched direction under the ice, the water could be seen below flowing against them.
Then, in an instant, Forseti's flight was cut short. A hollow thunk echoed as he struck something solid that seemed like glass.
Where had it come from?! He wondered with shock, and he heard as Sirius crashed into it too.
Thwack!
Sirius smacked into him, and feathers scattered as his body recoiled.
