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<strong>Eye</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Ocean</strong> – <strong>Book</strong> 3: Ji’Jin <strong>Station</strong><br />
Morning brought mirsasitin wea<strong>the</strong>r, <strong>the</strong> sky barely higher than <strong>the</strong>ir heads<br />
while sitting. Oimit was still alive, resting back against his shoulder, both his arms<br />
around her as though he could hold <strong>the</strong> life inside by force.<br />
It was a waiting calm, he felt void <strong>of</strong> emotion, something strange to him, much<br />
as when he had woken earlier, still lying over <strong>the</strong> mark <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> claw.<br />
“Sister?” he whispered but she didn't answer. I have no place to go without<br />
her, he thought, content to sit <strong>the</strong>re.<br />
A widely spaced webbing <strong>of</strong> darker lines formed deep within <strong>the</strong> shifting veil,<br />
he watched <strong>the</strong> portion closest to him sink very slowly as <strong>the</strong> day passed. He<br />
thought it might rise again or dissipate but <strong>the</strong> near side caught <strong>the</strong> spires around<br />
<strong>the</strong>m. A sizzle as <strong>the</strong> deep red touched stone and drifts <strong>of</strong> white crystals fell,<br />
coating <strong>the</strong>m. Would it reach <strong>the</strong> Sourrin freehold, he wondered. All who could<br />
would ga<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong> crystals, risking <strong>the</strong> virmiti to bring it in before <strong>the</strong> woi swarmed<br />
to eat it. And a feast after <strong>the</strong> first handful was <strong>of</strong>fered to <strong>the</strong> altar. Burning<br />
sugar, he could almost smell it. Bread, a sweet dough...<br />
“Do you remember?” he said and <strong>the</strong>n was silent again. His mind drifted<br />
through memories, he forgot almost at once which he had meant when <strong>the</strong> words<br />
had been spoken. Whatever it had been left only a taste in his mouth, a taste<br />
instead <strong>of</strong> words. A flicker at <strong>the</strong> edge <strong>of</strong> his eye, a woi pack in a whirling motion.<br />
They brushed him, feeling like gauze floating across his exposed skin. Most <strong>of</strong><br />
what he saw was <strong>the</strong> wind <strong>the</strong>y raised that drew <strong>the</strong> crystals into a funnel shape,<br />
a miniature <strong>of</strong> what <strong>the</strong> mirsasitin did. He sang <strong>the</strong> first words <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> wosinki to<br />
<strong>the</strong> woi pack, a song from <strong>the</strong> Wind festival and Oimit stirred...<br />
And <strong>the</strong>n he did remember. The day he had first met Oimit. He was seven and<br />
she had been sent to <strong>the</strong> Holding for her gin'tala, and was perhaps twice his age.<br />
The old freeborn <strong>the</strong>y all called Fea<strong>the</strong>r had been in <strong>the</strong> kitchen making <strong>the</strong><br />
special pastries, small buns in <strong>the</strong> shape <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> a'Genn mark. They were rolled in<br />
sugar before baking; <strong>the</strong> kitchen was sweet with <strong>the</strong> smell. After two days in <strong>the</strong><br />
open air to dry, <strong>the</strong>y would shatter into flakes when bitten. It had been <strong>the</strong><br />
servant who had told him how <strong>the</strong> sasi spin was ga<strong>the</strong>red by <strong>the</strong> freeborn as a<br />
gift from <strong>the</strong> Wu'cass and how tithing dues brought much <strong>of</strong> it to <strong>the</strong> Clan<br />
Holdings. For <strong>the</strong> gin'tala buns, only sasi spun sugar was used.<br />
The servant's voice had risen and fallen to make <strong>the</strong> story a song as she<br />
kneaded <strong>the</strong> dough. A formidable woman, old enough to get away with scolding<br />
him when he tried to steal a bun still hot from <strong>the</strong> pans. Wind-<strong>of</strong>-<strong>the</strong>-Fea<strong>the</strong>r,<br />
<strong>the</strong>y called her, from <strong>the</strong> path <strong>of</strong> an old bird. Even <strong>the</strong> senior sister-wife spoke to<br />
her as though she were human.<br />
He reached with a cramped hand to ga<strong>the</strong>r a few <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> crystals <strong>the</strong> woi had<br />
missed and touched <strong>the</strong>m to Oimit's tongue where <strong>the</strong> tip parted her lips. She<br />
responded, her tongue narrowing to suck <strong>the</strong> sweetness.<br />
“You amaze me,” he said into her hair.<br />
Laurel Hickey www.2morrow.bc.ca