Indeed, Sakima rarely received much compliments in the face of the other eagle riders. He was albino, a complexity in and of himself, and occasionally looked down upon by the most arrogant of the Endal. But he was strong, he was exceptionally quick and wise, although his jests could often get a little out of hand. To be quite honest, he was content to have someone that truly saw him as grand sharing the experience he often only reserved to Amon. The Rider may have been calmed by the view of his home from above, as well as the glorious horizon and the rays of light that enveloped the land, but his hands itched to hold his bow. Without a word, he had pulled his weapon up from where he had strapped it on the harness, and was preparing to scout out potential targets below when Kadin spoke once more. Peachy, she had called him. He laughed light-heartedly, taking it as a complement nonetheless. “I guess, but today I wasn’t my usual peachy self at all. I suppose it’s surprising to some people.” He winked at her, “How old are you? There is yet still hope for you to bond with your own eagle companion, and experience this thrill as much as you like.” Sakima shrieked and dove, responding to Amon’s thoughts as he spotted a skittering mammal near the Sanikas River stretched out ahead. “Hold on tight, girl child.” Sakima told Kadin, as they raced through clouds, faster and faster, all while Amon raised his bow up, took aim with rigid fingers locked onto the elastic string and shot at his potential kill once the eagle had leveled itself. It didn’t strike however, it landed several feet behind the mammal, alerting it to a predator. Amon cursed under his breath lightly, grabbing another arrow from his quiver. |