Marta looked at the tall rock tower at the head of the valley she and Altan flew toward. The steep, craggy sides glowed pink in the soft light of early evening. Was that what he climbed down with the babies? Twice? Then flew all day and into the night—a distance that it had taken them nearly two days to travel back? She was impressed. Eanna and Darta, the two unpartnered Karda who volunteered to carry the babies, circled up above the two of them, waiting their turn to land. Kibrath and Altan landed first, cantering toward the nest.
Marta and Sidhari followed. She looked across the clearing where the two small fledglings peered over the rough nest of sticks Altan built beside a small crude building in the shelter of low trees. She dismounted and headed toward the babies’ nest, so eager to see them she didn’t unsaddle her Karda. The babies' shrill cries echoed through the valley.
"Move, Mi'hiru. They're probably more than a little hungry by now," Altan said. "They're going to be cross. And they're scared."Read More