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Date Posted: 11:06:46 10/28/03 Tue
In reply to:
Nashota/Gabriel/Rio
's message, "Re: Moving On" on 15:57:17 10/26/03 Sun
The Guardian went quite still, opaque blue eyes focused unwaveringly upon the feather resting lightly upon Nashota's open hand. It was a wing feather, a primary, large and strong and colored in purest gold. He reached a hand toward it, but the fingers trembled and he withdrew.
"Such were the wings," he said quietly, "of my ancestor, Wesimbi Kaehn the strong one. It is told that he gave a gift of a single feather to the Man his companion, as a symbol of loyalty. When the Man was killed, the halfblood Kaleadora took from him the feather, thinking to return it to Wesimbi as the humans had shorn his wings...but they never met again, after that day. She kept it. You two, young Jellicles, halfbloods---you are truly the descendants of Kaleadora Restil."
The powerful creature seemed almost breathless from the revelation, and the corners of his mouth twitched as though to smile.
"Sir," Kalea said, growing excited. "Sir, the man---you say he was killed. What happened?"
The phoenix halfblood shook his head, and suddenly reached out to take the hands of the two young queens. "My name is Wesimbi," he told them. "Please, call me this. I never imagined, when I descended from the mountains to thwart you, that I would find here my destined companions. You!" he cried, turning in a rush to face Gabriel. "We draw near the mountains, and I would soon have seen your back and been glad for it, but now...now do I have a request of you. If what you say is true and talmorra guides your party, then the mountains are in no need of a Guardian.
"Miru-kale, if you would have me, I will follow you."
And there on the first tentative slopes of the Hedrons, the Burning Flame of the West bent his knee before a Cheysuli warrior. From one wing he drew a long feather and with bent head proffered it to the man, and it glimmered like fire in his hand in the pre-dawn light.
(why do you kneel?)
(i offer you my service)
(you are most welcome with us, but please don't kneel! i am just a man, not worthy of this)
(you are a true leader, ryus pbaydorn. i will follow you)
(i shall keep this always, wesimbi. thank you)
Fierce pride rushed through Michael like a mighty wind, and he had to clench his teeth to bite back the tears of delight that struck at his eyes. The mightiest creature west of the Hedrons was submitting to Gabriel, his brother!
::Imagine flying with him,:: Evan said quietly, in tones of wonder.
::Ah, Evan,:: Michael replied, a grin spreading over his face. ::We'll fly to the stars and back one day.::
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