Amen with a kerchief of a mad smile about his features, awaiting Samana’s next action.
Returning to reality, Samana looked around with a slight look of embarrassment and then blew the candles out with a heavy, outward sigh.
Hoosun looked through his spectacles at the young girl with the sweet bread on her lap. The luscious brown loath of a treat was lost on her. Henk and Amen felt it, too.
The owl took the platter bearing the sweet bread from her lap, and set it on the sill. Samana played with her tied strands of hair, and set her head in a drooping position, as she spoke feeling disappointment. “I’m sorry that I’m not in high spirits at this moment. It’s just…” Henk picked the thought right from her head, and completed her sentence, with a caring hand placed to Samana’s arm. “-that you remembered your sister? You don’t have to hide it. It isn’t bad to remember her today. We all remember her, today is her day of remembrance too, and we celebrate her as much as we do you.”
Samana smiled at her friend, and nodded sadly, leaving the bed to meet the window. Her friends stood beside her, Hoosun sharing the warmth of his feathered wing upon her back, Henk holding her hand, and Amen peering through the window from behind her as all looked at the same sight.
Bright stars of light were shone upon the night, flashing in white glimmers, comets traveling among them. Samana felt warm and safe amongst her friends. They were all she had.
The friends stood together solemnly as they looked out upon the wondrous night, sharing the stars with the Mother, who stood above on her great balcony, surveying the same constant beauty as they did.
Samana spoke within her heart, sending a message to a shining star above.
“We’re seventeen now, sister. I wish upon you, star, that I may see my sister again, once more before my end.”
It was late at night, Samana had gone to rest. The sweet loath was resting on the window sill as moonlight beamed down upon it. Amen and Henk had gone to their respective housings, below the tower housing, and Hoosun sat watching Samana sleep through the window, from his perch. She was serene, and breathed softly as she lay in a bundle of sheets and coverings.
The owl smiled within at the sight of the lone twin. Though a seventeen-year-old, a young adult, she looked ever the adorable child as she slept.
Feeling a calling within, as if someone had whispered his name to him, the owl left his perch as his attention was called for from the balcony above.
The Mother Dhahn stood upon the tongue of the tower’s top mouth and awaited the landing of her owl friend. Twin wings flapped gracefully from above as the great white feathered owl landed before his caller. “Yes, Mother, what do you call upon me for, my friend?”
The Mother gestured to the moon above them, speaking to her friend as he placed himself to her side. “Do you remember two years ago, Hoosun, the traveler from the Southern Lands that came to us, blind and broken? The tale he told us, before his departure?”
The owl nodded his head, remembering the tale. “Yes. I do, Mother. He said that long ago, when the wolves wandered about this world, that his people had made a soul pact with them to carry on the blood of the wolves within them. In exchange for doing so, the wolves would return their favor with one of dominance, which would take the form of the spirits of their wolves finding congregation in one born among their people.”
The Mother nodded, keeping her eyes fixed on the moon above. “Indeed, my friend. I have a great feeling of fear that
Returning to reality, Samana looked around with a slight look of embarrassment and then blew the candles out with a heavy, outward sigh.
Hoosun looked through his spectacles at the young girl with the sweet bread on her lap. The luscious brown loath of a treat was lost on her. Henk and Amen felt it, too.
The owl took the platter bearing the sweet bread from her lap, and set it on the sill. Samana played with her tied strands of hair, and set her head in a drooping position, as she spoke feeling disappointment. “I’m sorry that I’m not in high spirits at this moment. It’s just…” Henk picked the thought right from her head, and completed her sentence, with a caring hand placed to Samana’s arm. “-that you remembered your sister? You don’t have to hide it. It isn’t bad to remember her today. We all remember her, today is her day of remembrance too, and we celebrate her as much as we do you.”
Samana smiled at her friend, and nodded sadly, leaving the bed to meet the window. Her friends stood beside her, Hoosun sharing the warmth of his feathered wing upon her back, Henk holding her hand, and Amen peering through the window from behind her as all looked at the same sight.
Bright stars of light were shone upon the night, flashing in white glimmers, comets traveling among them. Samana felt warm and safe amongst her friends. They were all she had.
The friends stood together solemnly as they looked out upon the wondrous night, sharing the stars with the Mother, who stood above on her great balcony, surveying the same constant beauty as they did.
Samana spoke within her heart, sending a message to a shining star above.
“We’re seventeen now, sister. I wish upon you, star, that I may see my sister again, once more before my end.”
It was late at night, Samana had gone to rest. The sweet loath was resting on the window sill as moonlight beamed down upon it. Amen and Henk had gone to their respective housings, below the tower housing, and Hoosun sat watching Samana sleep through the window, from his perch. She was serene, and breathed softly as she lay in a bundle of sheets and coverings.
The owl smiled within at the sight of the lone twin. Though a seventeen-year-old, a young adult, she looked ever the adorable child as she slept.
Feeling a calling within, as if someone had whispered his name to him, the owl left his perch as his attention was called for from the balcony above.
The Mother Dhahn stood upon the tongue of the tower’s top mouth and awaited the landing of her owl friend. Twin wings flapped gracefully from above as the great white feathered owl landed before his caller. “Yes, Mother, what do you call upon me for, my friend?”
The Mother gestured to the moon above them, speaking to her friend as he placed himself to her side. “Do you remember two years ago, Hoosun, the traveler from the Southern Lands that came to us, blind and broken? The tale he told us, before his departure?”
The owl nodded his head, remembering the tale. “Yes. I do, Mother. He said that long ago, when the wolves wandered about this world, that his people had made a soul pact with them to carry on the blood of the wolves within them. In exchange for doing so, the wolves would return their favor with one of dominance, which would take the form of the spirits of their wolves finding congregation in one born among their people.”
The Mother nodded, keeping her eyes fixed on the moon above. “Indeed, my friend. I have a great feeling of fear that
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