Date: Fall 500AV “Focus your mind!” Whispers my father, Eirid Kavnat. “Reach out with your mind. Touch it.” As the room goes silent, I can hear a faint ringing in my ears, but not in my ears. It feels as if, something is next to it whistling softly. “Why am I blind?” My eyes fly open when I hear those words. “What?” “Blind, blind, blind.” The falcon on the pedestal in front of me bounces from foot to foot. “Eirid?” I ask, bewildered, pointing at the bird of prey. “Did the...” “HAHA!” Eirid exclaims, jumping out of his seat. “I told them my son was a prodigy! Thirty seasons and already reading a raptor.” “How can you be so sure it was the raptor he read and not your overly stimulated ego?” Says Elmeen, my mother, as she sits in the corner of the room preening her own hawk. My parents have been paired together for forty seasons now. Being the son of two prominent Endals has kept me from doing the majority of Bendi tasks. They have made sure that I will, undoubtedly and unequivocally, be an Endal. I have spent most of my time in the aeries, or in studies with one of my parents or a teacher learning of the world and how things work on Mount Skyinarta. I don't very much like the aeries. I am always getting dizzy. “I don't think Madax likes being blind.” I say softly as I watch the falcon, with it's hood on, bouncing from foot to foot, clicking it's talons every third bounce. “Why do you say that, Nixa?” Elmeen asks, momentarily pausing from her task. “Because. She told me.” I say matter-of-factly. |