Dream

Finally, as the eastern sky began to lighten and the stars faded, they came to the end of the marsh, and a river. Beside the river was a hill, one great grey stone that rose above its surroundings. The top was flat, ringed with  trees that formed a living henge, and covered with oak leaves and thick moss. They landed there and crept into the shelter of a fallen live oak. They lay there, numb with exhaustion, seeing the sun's edge at the horizon grow into light.
Finally she made the effort to look at him. "Why wouldn't you let me land?"
He sighed. "At the Tower? You don't always fly. Sometimes, often, when you jump from the Tower, you just fall. There's no way to know which it'll be, you just have to do it and hope. Or stay in the Tower. But if you do that, you'll starve. No way around that. Sooner or later, you escape or you die."