"Hmm... who knew the way to Primoria's prison was such a beautiful place?" a young woman said as she enjoyed the view around her.
She was currently sitting on a large brown hawk with golden eyes, wearing armor on its face and a few other body parts. The hawk glided through foamy clouds, occasionally passing through them and making them puff softly before dispersing into white dust behind them.
"Truly, it is beautiful. You Primorians are surely wonderful creatures," the hawk replied.
"And you, General Yariel, are the most wonderful of them all," the hawk added.
Yariel was a young, chocolate-complexioned woman with shimmering amber eyes that matched the fierce intelligence of her mount. Her dark hair was braided and swept into a high, commanding bun, kept perfectly in place despite the rushing winds of the high altitude.
