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Wesimbi, Sema
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Date Posted: 14:54:02 11/29/06 Wed
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Nashota and Khanada
's message, "Re: morning" on 08:55:13 11/20/06 Mon
Wesimbi smiled again, and took Nashota's hand, letting her help him to his feet. "That sounds like a good idea," he said, and held on loosely to her hand as they began to walk carefully on the uneven ground, following behind the elves on Khanada's trail. He greatly missed his wings and the freedom they had given him, the freedom to arrive at a place almost as soon as the desire had occurred to him. He began to appreciate distance as he never had before, as others saw it, those who traveled naturally across the ground.
"I envy the Silent Paw their speed!" he said with a laugh after about an hour of walking. "And you yours, Khanada. You are far more graceful on your four legs than I on my two, without the familiar weight of my wings."
Sema grinned. "At this rate, Guardian, it will take better than a week for us to reach the place where Kaleadora and Dante are now, and by then they may have moved on. You are privy to a greater knowledge than we silly mortals - tell me, is there no mode of transportation here in the Valleys that could bring us there in haste?"
Wesimbi's smile disappeared; it was as though a shadow passed over his face. "Is there need of haste?"
"It's just a notion I have." Sema gazed east over the seemingly endless blue hills, and the breeze ruffled his hair and feathers. "There is some danger looming over your sister and her companions, Nashota, something...dark and fearful. Not necessarily bad, mind you, but I don't like it all the same. I am concerned for them, they are quite young." He looked at Wesimbi with his dark inscrutable eyes. "Is there a way?"
Wesimbi paused, lips pursed in thought. Then he squared his shoulders and walked to the crest of the hill, drawing Nashota with me. "Come, my lady," he said. "This shall be your first lesson in using your new eyes. Look east, if you will. You see hills and grass, yes? But now you must learn to see past them. Not through - just past. It's almost like flexing a muscle. Try not to focus on the hills - look farther, and let your eyes draw your mind along their path."
He watched Nashota carefully as she set her mind to the task, and suddenly she gasped and stared at him. "You saw farther, didn't you?" he asked, delighted. "That was fast - you are a quick student. Try again, and don't relax it. Push yourself, and go farther."
This time he turned east himself and looked, and had to smile at the familiar sensation. It was a feeling of stretching, eating up the miles as his sight sped along. At least my father left me this, he thought wryly as the Sacred Forest appeared to him on the horizon. And there, down in a valley, was a structure of stone, very old with crumbling columns and a long-dry fountain and a statue worn beyond recognition. Kaleadora stood there, her arms around Dante, and with them were a unicorn, a Many-Color, a Silent Paw, and....
He snapped back to himself with a start, and his face was grave. "Tell me," he said quietly to Nashota. "What did you see?"
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