Sweven

Feb 27th

Fires & Mentor
Grass fires crackle closer. Warn cabin owners. "It'll pass. It always does," she sings. Kayji speaks of her mentor and it is realized that some of us still have much to learn.

Two Crows
It leans over a cliff, wispy arms waving in canyon winds. A nest crowns the conifer. Within are sheltered the children of two crows. Kayji, desiring a crow child, climbs the leaning tree. Crow children fall. Kayji falls. Crows dive after. Run to the cliff edge. Call her name. Can't hear her. Can't see her. "Don't worry," says an old woman, "The crows have her. You'll not see her again, I expect." Not a scrap of Kayji is ever found.



Feb 28th

NMF

Tranduil Rescue
From underground we stream, a company of dwarves and me. Past a clot of twisted trunks lies a cube shaped hole in the ground, a trap. Thranduil, king of the woodland realm, sloshes within. Near suffocating in mud he calls for aid. Tauriel rappels to rescue. A look lies between them. It is not for us to decipher. She lifts the king. Dwarves pull him to safety. We clean the sovereign and are celebrated in his realm.

Political Office
My home is new, stories tall, brimming and bright. It is a mini version of a childhood library. Kayji claims the enlightened upper levels. I remain in the main. From nowhere Marem and his father arrive. They search a place to base Marem's political office. They ask K. They are denied. There is but one office on the main floor. Marem and I split it. Our desks nearly fill the room. Despite the squeeze it all works out somehow.