Creative Writing: The Handmaid's Tale

Saying goodbye to the clan leader, Dondorian was one of the hardest things Moira had ever done. Her large amber eyes glistened with the strain of the moment, for it had the feel of forever to it. He was a savior, a father, a friend. It was he that set her free as a young slave. And he who invited her into his wagon as a child of his own. It was he that wrapped her in a hug that communicated more to her than he would ever voice. "We adapt, survive, maintain, circle through, but we come home. Remember that, Dreamdancer, and come home." "Thank you father, for everything. Speak a blessing into the wind for me and Kestrel each sunrise and a prayer for us each eve. As I will for you and mother and the boys." Moira climbed up onto the wagon seat …show more content…
And as his small daughter ran up to see who talked to her father, Kestrel found herself at ease. "That it is Missy. Barhnan trees are known for their size amongst other things." "Are you on the way to the Kalayeni Festival at Fourcorners?" "Nay, although we will stop for a pie and a look-see we are…" he stopped in the middle of his sentence glancing around as Moira came from the other side of the tree looking for Kestrel. His face colored in surprise and Kestrel felt sure by his expression that he had never seen anyone as exotic looking as her mother. The four of them were soon joined by the man's wife with a babe on her hip and another little boy holding tight to her skirts. His smile was no less genuine, although perhaps a little more enigmatic as he swept his hand out in a chivalrous gesture. "My family," he said, "and I am Festus Landonson, one time master smithy, now but a simple farmer." His brows raised in askance and Kestrel looked to Moira. With a hesitant smile Kestrel’s mother seemed to be sizing up the threat of this man and his family, but after a moment her smile deepened and she said, "I am Moira Thorn-wolf of the Clan Thorn-wolf and this is my daughter