Halejk La’Dwa ab Jujnis, 2997
I woke up in the middle of the night to Kimaris in a full fit. Heavens... the boy’s exhibit of raw emotion was like looking at my own soul crying out.
It was rather confusing at first. I had to wonder if I had woken from a bad dream as the muffled sounds of crying registered. I sat up and looked toward the bed. Through the haze of sleep I realized it was the source of the sound.
“Kimaris?” I asked as I approached. When he didn’t respond, I gently placed a hand on his trembling back and asked what’s wrong. Oh the poor boy wailed out his confusion asking, “Why is this happening to me?”
I sat down, trying to sooth him. The thing is, I haven’t a clue what’s happening to any of us. I can feel bumps along my shoulders that are itching more and more. The worst part, I’ve seen pieces of feathers on the tips of my fingers and can only assume I’m becoming a bird! Now add that with Kimaris who keeps getting younger- and Bordel too now that I think about it, and I’m having to wonder if this has something to do with our Primordialness. But, I have yet to see any change in Fernwood and Oda.
In time I laid down next to Kimaris, searching for a hand to hold. I told him I was scared too, or at least, that I had felt that same kind of fear and uncertainty. Suddenly the boy turned toward me and buried himself into my chest. I worried about someone walking in, but remembering the door was locked and that all I was doing was comforting Kimaris in what was his time of need, I relaxed my arms about him.
We talked a moment longer, he reminding me about how scared he was. The crying continued and so I hummed to him a lullaby- the very one I use to sing to Araja and Sokrin. I’m not sure who fell asleep first, but when I woke this morning, I quickly slipped out of bed. I can only hope Kimaris will be in better spirits today.
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