keep this up forever. It’s not exactly going to help your smudged image to everyone else around here either, if our beauty queen there keeps going amongst the others and complaining about your latest feat.”
Samana felt sour. She knew her friend was right, as she picked an apple up from next to her and dropped it dryly. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right, Henk. I guess it would do some good to lay off a bit.”
Henk refixed her spectacles to her nose and smiled understandably, feeling much older than her age at most times. “I’m sure you’ll do fine with the whole improving thing, but for now, Amen and I have a surprise for you. After all, today is a special day, isn’t it?”
Henk got up from her relaxed position of the last several passing hours and pulled Amen’s collar, hinting for him to get up. The silent one stood up, and continued carving his apple in hand, and walked with the other two, as Henk led them up through the great tower stairs.
In the high chamber, the Mother sat in her stone throne and looked out from her seated position, seeing beams of purple and orange caress the sky as the sun made its farewell to the day. Many things were in her mind as the moon began to rise.
The trio, led by Henk, had reached their destination, Hoosun’s old, tower housing. Henk commanded Samana to cover her eyes, and so she did. Amen, in a playful mood, added to the effect of the moment and used one of his own kerchiefs to cover her eyes, one with a right smile drawn upon it, tied around Samana’s eyes, securely.
Opening the door, Henk and Amen pushed Samana in and sealed the door, after they too had entered. Pulling the knotted cloth from her head, Henk handed it back to her silent friend and called upon Samana to open her eyes. “Well…open your eyes.”
Samana so did as her friend had asked. Her eyes were met with a beautiful sight. Extra lanterns with colored shadings of green, purple, orange, and red were hung from the ceiling, careening down from above her head. Streams of light cloth were hung from the ceiling, a strand hanging down right in front of Samana’s face, tickling her nose.
The owl, Hoosun, produced himself from the perch’s opening and ducked his head in order to fit through the hole that seemed to be shrinking every year, if only to him.
Hoosun breathed in heavily and bowed, stretching his fine feathery arm down before Samana, shaking his head feathers humbly. “Dear greetings to you on your birthday, and how has your day been, my friend?”
Samana smiled at the surroundings, and at her owl friend, bowing herself to his great size, attempting a speech of fine manner. “It was a wonderful one, indeed, friend Hoosun. My friends and I sat out in the harvest grounds and made merry. I even got to throw an apple at that wretch of a Mensh.”
The owl stifled a laugh, as he mentally imaged Mensh covered in apple remains. “Hoohurrm...I don’t doubt you, young one. I’m sure Henk and Amen can attest to it.”
Henk shook her head, and rolled her eyes. “Oh yes, Hoosun, we sure can.”
Moving on from the subject, the gathered friends ushered Samana to the bed, where she sat as they produced an excellent, candle rimmed sweet bread before her, Hoosun and Henk speaking in one voice before the bewildered girl. “To you, our friend, must be given a grand day of remembrance. Let your memory stay with us always as our years grow upon us.” As the last line met her ears, Samana felt a feeling of sadness, wishing she was able to share the day with her sister.
The trio stood before Samana, as she sat paused before them,
Samana felt sour. She knew her friend was right, as she picked an apple up from next to her and dropped it dryly. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right, Henk. I guess it would do some good to lay off a bit.”
Henk refixed her spectacles to her nose and smiled understandably, feeling much older than her age at most times. “I’m sure you’ll do fine with the whole improving thing, but for now, Amen and I have a surprise for you. After all, today is a special day, isn’t it?”
Henk got up from her relaxed position of the last several passing hours and pulled Amen’s collar, hinting for him to get up. The silent one stood up, and continued carving his apple in hand, and walked with the other two, as Henk led them up through the great tower stairs.
In the high chamber, the Mother sat in her stone throne and looked out from her seated position, seeing beams of purple and orange caress the sky as the sun made its farewell to the day. Many things were in her mind as the moon began to rise.
The trio, led by Henk, had reached their destination, Hoosun’s old, tower housing. Henk commanded Samana to cover her eyes, and so she did. Amen, in a playful mood, added to the effect of the moment and used one of his own kerchiefs to cover her eyes, one with a right smile drawn upon it, tied around Samana’s eyes, securely.
Opening the door, Henk and Amen pushed Samana in and sealed the door, after they too had entered. Pulling the knotted cloth from her head, Henk handed it back to her silent friend and called upon Samana to open her eyes. “Well…open your eyes.”
Samana so did as her friend had asked. Her eyes were met with a beautiful sight. Extra lanterns with colored shadings of green, purple, orange, and red were hung from the ceiling, careening down from above her head. Streams of light cloth were hung from the ceiling, a strand hanging down right in front of Samana’s face, tickling her nose.
The owl, Hoosun, produced himself from the perch’s opening and ducked his head in order to fit through the hole that seemed to be shrinking every year, if only to him.
Hoosun breathed in heavily and bowed, stretching his fine feathery arm down before Samana, shaking his head feathers humbly. “Dear greetings to you on your birthday, and how has your day been, my friend?”
Samana smiled at the surroundings, and at her owl friend, bowing herself to his great size, attempting a speech of fine manner. “It was a wonderful one, indeed, friend Hoosun. My friends and I sat out in the harvest grounds and made merry. I even got to throw an apple at that wretch of a Mensh.”
The owl stifled a laugh, as he mentally imaged Mensh covered in apple remains. “Hoohurrm...I don’t doubt you, young one. I’m sure Henk and Amen can attest to it.”
Henk shook her head, and rolled her eyes. “Oh yes, Hoosun, we sure can.”
Moving on from the subject, the gathered friends ushered Samana to the bed, where she sat as they produced an excellent, candle rimmed sweet bread before her, Hoosun and Henk speaking in one voice before the bewildered girl. “To you, our friend, must be given a grand day of remembrance. Let your memory stay with us always as our years grow upon us.” As the last line met her ears, Samana felt a feeling of sadness, wishing she was able to share the day with her sister.
The trio stood before Samana, as she sat paused before them,
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