Date: 2007-07-15 04:08 am (UTC)
tristranthorn: (not in my happy place; dare you)
As the flames begin to lick and consume the tree, illuminating the dark with red and orange and smoke, the pair of eagles suddenly shriek, flapping their wings frantically.

The extra wind only increases the size of the flames as they grow, spreading to the next tree, and soon the next despite the heavy rain.

Another screech, and the eagle holding Tristran lets go. He falls to the ground, sword clattering somewhere next to him from the surprise of being dropped.
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