Dempster 4 becomes breathy. I’ve never heard him like this.
“Don’t whimper your way out of this, they are grown up now, but it’s not like they’re going anywhere.” Silence follows. I want to peek around the limb to see what’s happening. Then Mom asks, “Zuwe, they’re not going anywhere, right? Zuwe, what’s wrong?”
“The council members are acting strange. Even those who are sympathetic to Ling are being unusually careful what they say when I’m near. I’ve seen them, glancing at me.” He trails off and lowers his voice. “We should find a more a private place to talk.”
More silence. I peek around the branch, and they’re gone. Damn it, what could the council be thinking? They wouldn’t send me to the ground against my will. That’s like banishment ever since the Cedar Bees have arrived. No new trees ever grow and we never hear from fairies who leave.
“You’re such a gnat, you know?” Kuwe’s voice startles me as she flies down from a branch above me. She has her arms crossed. “And you think the whole world revolves around you.” She lands on my branch and places her hand on her face and swoons. “Poor me, I don’t belong, no one cares about my plight. I’ll spy and call everyone stupid.”
“You’re one to speak when you’ve been spying on me. Why don’t you just …show more content…
On the south branch, fairies play out the Epic of Nizhoje, whose great leadership cleared out a great flood into one coursing river. And on another branch, new fairies gather to hear tales and to practice rhetoric. One time, I played the part of Visan, the wicked spirit of the flood, and was damn good while Kuwe played Nizana, the great mistress, the role I always wished I could play (she has the best speeches). When it was time to perform, Kuwe butchered every line until she forgot a whole section and flew off. I tried to console her, but she pushed me away. I was naïve and thought she was just too upset for me to help. But it was because I’m
“Don’t whimper your way out of this, they are grown up now, but it’s not like they’re going anywhere.” Silence follows. I want to peek around the limb to see what’s happening. Then Mom asks, “Zuwe, they’re not going anywhere, right? Zuwe, what’s wrong?”
“The council members are acting strange. Even those who are sympathetic to Ling are being unusually careful what they say when I’m near. I’ve seen them, glancing at me.” He trails off and lowers his voice. “We should find a more a private place to talk.”
More silence. I peek around the branch, and they’re gone. Damn it, what could the council be thinking? They wouldn’t send me to the ground against my will. That’s like banishment ever since the Cedar Bees have arrived. No new trees ever grow and we never hear from fairies who leave.
“You’re such a gnat, you know?” Kuwe’s voice startles me as she flies down from a branch above me. She has her arms crossed. “And you think the whole world revolves around you.” She lands on my branch and places her hand on her face and swoons. “Poor me, I don’t belong, no one cares about my plight. I’ll spy and call everyone stupid.”
“You’re one to speak when you’ve been spying on me. Why don’t you just …show more content…
On the south branch, fairies play out the Epic of Nizhoje, whose great leadership cleared out a great flood into one coursing river. And on another branch, new fairies gather to hear tales and to practice rhetoric. One time, I played the part of Visan, the wicked spirit of the flood, and was damn good while Kuwe played Nizana, the great mistress, the role I always wished I could play (she has the best speeches). When it was time to perform, Kuwe butchered every line until she forgot a whole section and flew off. I tried to console her, but she pushed me away. I was naïve and thought she was just too upset for me to help. But it was because I’m