"They been gone a very long time, Jacob." Rabbit was measuring time from his end of the world. So much was going on at the edge of things. His tangle of Blackberries, his home, was now heaped into slices--the work of men with tools and trucks. Jacob had watched the men and sent word to his long-eared Hare friend in time to save a bit of trauma. Who really needs more chaos was the gatekeeper's mantra. Who truly needs it? Jacob and his wife made room for Rabbit and his wife. There was always plenty of space among the chattel of barrels and compost piles where Beings could safely regroup.
Rabbit was right, Skeena and Aka sat on the Fallen Tree for a very long time. Enfolded in the black shiny wings of magic, the sister kept time from moving. For awhile sorrow must be given its due. Jacob the Surveyor explained to Rabbit, "Just as you are part of the world where men and their tools rip at the story you are telling, those between, the ones who grow ... and thrive on the wobble between worlds need a bit of compost to begin again. A little bit of a long time ago mixed with the promise of something yet to be. A possibility. An unexpected cross piece."
"He is lucky to have a sister then. Someone who has some of that long time ago. A warm pulsing someone who doesn't need words, but can give me songs." Rabbit was no dummy, and no stranger to loss. His nose twitched. "People on two legs are coming." He wondered whether the glamour of Jacob's magic would stay them away from Raven's children.
"There is plenty enough yet." Jacob reassured. "You have business of your own."
"Can you manage without me?" Rabbit was a loyal friend.
"I will miss you. But, I know you'll come if I need you." It was true.
With Rabbit speed the hare was gone, and Jacob the Surveyor turned his attention to the two men but not before the wise advocate turned his arched spine skyward. The moon was already in her other half-lit face kaohilani becoming smaller yet visible to those who knew to look for her in daylight. "Two more rises, Aka. You have two more tides and that will have to be enough." Fall was coming, the season of harvest brought endings. The Girl Twin heard Jacob. Her mother's story makings fed them. "Thank you Jacob," Aka knew the protocol of gift-giving. "I hear."
Rabbit was right, Skeena and Aka sat on the Fallen Tree for a very long time. Enfolded in the black shiny wings of magic, the sister kept time from moving. For awhile sorrow must be given its due. Jacob the Surveyor explained to Rabbit, "Just as you are part of the world where men and their tools rip at the story you are telling, those between, the ones who grow ... and thrive on the wobble between worlds need a bit of compost to begin again. A little bit of a long time ago mixed with the promise of something yet to be. A possibility. An unexpected cross piece."
"He is lucky to have a sister then. Someone who has some of that long time ago. A warm pulsing someone who doesn't need words, but can give me songs." Rabbit was no dummy, and no stranger to loss. His nose twitched. "People on two legs are coming." He wondered whether the glamour of Jacob's magic would stay them away from Raven's children.
"There is plenty enough yet." Jacob reassured. "You have business of your own."
"Can you manage without me?" Rabbit was a loyal friend.
"I will miss you. But, I know you'll come if I need you." It was true.
With Rabbit speed the hare was gone, and Jacob the Surveyor turned his attention to the two men but not before the wise advocate turned his arched spine skyward. The moon was already in her other half-lit face kaohilani becoming smaller yet visible to those who knew to look for her in daylight. "Two more rises, Aka. You have two more tides and that will have to be enough." Fall was coming, the season of harvest brought endings. The Girl Twin heard Jacob. Her mother's story makings fed them. "Thank you Jacob," Aka knew the protocol of gift-giving. "I hear."
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