Kreyu whispers spells to carry their words to one another, to keep him warm, to help him hang on, to hide them from human eyes. "We go, my love, to the mouth of the river and the sea beyond."

Once he's settled, she LEAPS skyward, wings sending sand flying as she strives for height, seeks a thermal to help carry her higher. Unless Skellig has been in an aircraft, this is the fastest he's ever flown!

They rise above the river that men will one day call the Nile, the line between desert red and the black soil where life flourishes so very clear from on high.