Prologue
I remember standing with my feet in the laughing waters of the lake
Watching a feather float on by
Slowly down the shoreline it went
As if I was meant to follow it and so I did just that
I followed the feather
With its black tip and two stripes
Splashing along after it
In the cold waters
With the sands between my toes
The sun shinning brightly above me through speckle clouded sky
Where a cooling breeze whispered in across the waters
To soothe my skin and breathe upon my face
Lightly run its fingers through my hair
And there on the lakeshore I came upon her
Beautiful with her black hair
Like the daylight shooting stars cascading through the sky above us
White dress and smile . . .
A smile such that it held fast my breath
Across her eyes it fell sweetly, tenderly in her lips and cheeks
Sheathed by her hair swaying in the wind’s soft touch
She held the feather in her hand
Her eyes met mine and there in the early morning light of summer’s sighing
I did speak to she . . .
“That’s my feather,” my voice it whispered hardly more than a breath
“It’s beautiful,” said she with a soft voice and shy smile
And still when she smiled I remembered everything
I remembered her
I remember you
As my little fingers with the fullness of life yawning before them
Tied the feather into your hair
I remembered in a wash of tears streaming down my soul,
I do, I do, I did and I will again . . .
“My name’s Navriss,” I sighed and though I could not see through these tears
“Hi,” I heard you say. “My name is Rhane.”
And I remembered then . . .
A smile
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