From Rinnan you move on. Scattered bits of feather lie on the ground. Black, white, and several shades of grey. Several paints may live here you reason by looking at all the feathers. Three, or maybe four of them.
An immense sound of many wings beating in the air causes you to look up. Three pairs of wings, and all of them attached to one stallion. Just one. The sight of him in the air is incredible.