Working Title: Jessed Author: me Fandom: X-Men November 30, 2001 Asgard. Hills that became wider, and deeper, and more thickly lain with plumy grasses of deep green verging on blue when clouds' shadows scudded through the air. Higher and higher she flew, her great wings outstretched as she sailed he currents. Free, flying, the hawk's white crest rippled in the wind and she wheeled higher and higher, wider and wider. The air never thinned. Her tiny heart pumped and hunger gnawed in her belly but the urge to hunt was absent, higher, higher, wider wider. The blue-eyed hawk would have lost herself into the magical heavens had not the green-and-black garbed riding man, all lean muscle and calculating, heavy lidded eyes. He extended his arm. His eyes flared gold and the hawk appeared above his wrist with a squawk. He held her on his hand, and her fierce talons kept their grip. She squawked and flapped her wings, but made no move to avoid him. Rather, she inclined her head towards him but then her gaze when skyward. "Ah, my beauty," said he. "Thou art indeed fair." He launched her in the air, and with a gesture thick, gleaming crystal sank from a font in the air over her. There was a shimmer and clash of jangling light and a great beauty stood before him. She wore her white hair in a proud crest. It's color gleamed like young sunlight. A narrow tunic, slashed to the thigh hugged her upper body, and a gleaming studded stomacher cinched her waist tight. She knelt before him and from that angle her lovely face was both delicate and proud. "Ah