Day 84 Ruminating And Writing

Talon

The talons twisted against her wrist. The thick leather gloves made the hawk latching on her more bearable. She didn’t want to show any strain from holding the bird up. Not when, finally, her father had accepted that she, as a girl, could become a falconer.

The bird bit at her. She stifled her scream. It was her father’s bird, and it was only getting used to her. He was testing her with one of his eyass. The nasty one, who was always hungry. She latched the string onto its talon whil...