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Shyriath's Little Trip (alternate) part 19

Crisp mountain air and the soft glow of the sky lit just before the sun rises awakens Cira.  Fortunately it seems that nothing has disturbed their rest.  Cira gets up carefully without knocking Shyriath.  On the ledge outside he looks over the landscape now with light.

It's breathtaking.  Lush green jungle stretches out to the sea.  Towards the mountains the vegetation has a more difficult time growing and the red and black volcanic rock is revealed.  But even here the soils teem with life and rich red and brown colors.  Everything is alive.  His wings part and spread, the morning breezes pass over them giving him the most wonderful sensation.  He smiles.  And softly begins to sing.

He is singing to the morning.  Thankfulness to the Sun and all beautiful things.  Thankful for the warmth of morning, and the light of day.  Thankful for life.

The sun rises from the sea, here unblocked by the Island's low Eastern hills.  Light hits him shining through his feathery tail and around his wings making him almost appear to glow.  The song grows stronger now as he views this paradise in full sun.  It is indeed beautiful.

Now his thoughts turn to learning more about the inhabitants of this place and hopefully, a way to return home.