YOU ARE NOT EMMA
"Let's drop here. I don't think anybody is around or watching." Freya pointed out, tapping Yodah on his wings.
They were way above a cluster of huge trees and shrubs.
Immediately, Yodah zapped down like lightening, and immediately Freya's feet touched the dark soil, he shimmered into his physical self. He had flown in the nature of a huge golden eagle, the only type seen in movies.
"Which way then?" She asked, straightening the creases on her trousers whilst looking around the green environment.
"This way." Yodah replied, holding hands with her, walking tentatively through the forest, throwing glances here and there to make sure that they hadn't been seen or followed.
They had walked for twenty minutes or more when the path broke out to a pathway.