An eagle leaps off a high branch, spreads its wings and begins its search for breakfast in the meadow, now alive with the life-forces of little critters hunting their own food. The sky lightens as pastel rays pierce the air, intensifying moment by moment and masking the fading stars. When the rim of the sun edges over the mountaintops and the clouds reflect the shades of dawn in millions of colors, I see them all. My heart fills and overflows through my eyes, thankful that my full range of vision has been restored.
Are you up? I feel the link open and hear Pax’s voice in my head.
Yes. I couldn’t sleep. Why are you up so early? Before he answers, I know he couldn’t sleep either.
When Dad designed our wristbands to enable us to communicate telepathically, he didn’t anticipate that our connection would grow beyond simple intentional speech. While I was held captive, unable to use my gift or the wristband, the others learned to increase the depth of their link when they needed to combine their mental strength. I wasn’t a part of that, but they brought me up to speed quickly.
You know why, he answers. I’m up because you’re awake. Are you on the porch? I’m on my way.
I’m here with your sister. I tap once on my wristband, opening the link to both Sky and Storm, but Storm doesn’t respond. He must still be asleep. I feel Sky’s approval.
I smile and again set the swing in a gentle motion with my foot. Sky and I are wrapped in a soft blanket that a Cherokee neighbor gave me because the design matches the aqua color of my eyes. Geometric patterns around the edge, woven in red, white and black, frame waves in colors of the sea. I love living on the reservation, among such generous people.
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