Francisco de Zurbaran Still life

Francisco de Zurbaran Still lifeAlbert Bierstadt The Last of the BuffaloDante Gabriel Rossetti Venus Verticordia
Esk could sense Granny as a diffuse silver cloud at the back of her own mind. After some searching she found the eagle. She almost missed it. Its mind was small, sharp and purple, like an arrowhead. It was concentrating entirely on flying, and took no notice of her.
"Good," said Granny approvingly. "We're not going to go far. If you want to make it turn, you must -"
"Yes, and guidance and warnings. She listened with half an ear. It sounded far too complicated. Why couldn't she take over the eagle's mind? It wouldn't hurt it.
She could see how to do it, it was just a knack, like snapping your fingers - which in fact she had never managed to achieve - and then she'd be able to experience flying for real, not at second hand.
Then she could
"Don't," said Granny calmly. "No good will come of it."
"What?"yes," said Esk. She flexed her fingers, wherever they were, and the bird leaned against the air and turned. "Very good," said Granny, taken aback. "How did you do that?" "I - don't know. It just seemed obvious." "Hmph." Granny gently tested the tiny eagle mind. It was still totally oblivious of its passengers. She was genuinely impressed, a very rare occurrence. They floated over the mountain, while Esk excitedly explored the eagle's senses. Granny's voice droned through her consciousness, giving instructions