Gant in front of Sabienn was agile and strong and kept a fierce pace. He jumped around rocks and dodged branches keeping the arrow forward to the well-worn track. For the three brothers this was like old times.
Sabienn felt the track and the forest around him like an old friend. His winged physique was responding to every challenge. His muscles were moving, tightening and relaxing in an ebb and flow of balance and perfection. He was barely raising a sweat and any he did raise found itself as vapour in the cool breeze winding through the trees. To his enjoyment, Aard was good for his word in that he kept his mouth shut leaving Sabienn to the reverie of his thoughts in the church of his mind.
It had become obvious to Sabienn that they had found themselves the first Needle. The group were t
