The falcon let out a low cry and began its descent, wings slicing through the air as it glided gracefully downward.
The wind rushed past Reon's ears as the treetops came into view.
Below, the forest fringes gave way to a clearing of tall grass and wildflowers swaying in the breeze.
With practiced ease, the bird landed on the soft earth, its massive talons gripping the ground before gently lowering its body to allow Reon to dismount.
Reon stepped down, boots pressing into the dew-kissed grass.
The air was rich with the scent of moss and pine, filled with birdsong and the distant rustle of unseen creatures.
He turned back to the falcon, which now spread its wings once more, ready to depart.
"Thank you, Mr. Falcon," Reon said softly, giving it a respectful nod.
The bird let out a final screech, then soared skyward—back into the boundless blue.
Reon walked forward, the grass brushing against his boots as he passed some tall bushes and entered the shade of big trees.
