071: The Olympians: I

The wind carries you forward. It ruffles your feathers, brown on top but gilded below. There are white patches. Those who glance up to guess the time will see an eagle, larger than most, and hope the sheepherders are vigilant. Their gazes will glide past the eagle, to the grey clouds following in your wake. Soon there will be rain. Thunder rumbles and you laugh. They bow their heads to finish the day's work. You pass them by, seeking a white lamb reserved for your meal.

Written by: Katrine H. (@katrinehjulstad on Instagram)