The Writings of a Dreamer

The next day the girl packed her things in her sealskin bag and grabbed for her bow and arrow. It was early morning and there wasn’t much light. The Guardian Bird had said that “we must leave early for the capital is over 3000 wing-beats away”. (foot-note: And, if you didn’t know, 3000 wing-beats is a long way.) When the girl climbed onto the Birds’ back, it was a swan. As they soared into the sky, the girl became nervous. They barely spoke. In some places you could see signs of life. Most places, though, people were still asleep. This was lucky. It made it easier not to be noticed when the bird and child stopped for a drink. It wasn’t until after a few hours of flying did the girl notice figures moving outside. The first person the girl saw was a young girl a few years younger than her. She had blond hair that hung down her back — all the way to her waist. There are other girl humans then, she thought. I thought there were just men humans.