Cedar Stormchaser – p.21

August 1, 2012 at 4:05 pm 1 comment

By the time the storm was upon them, Cedar was back inside, eating the meal his grandmother had made for him. He had spent many hours working alongside strong men and capable women, and they had asked him many questions about the trickster god, the creatures he met, and the power of the storm itself. He was tired, but content. They could not keep the storm from coming, but they were ready.

The wind rushed over the fields and slammed into their homes. Small slits cut in the wood of the walls allowed air to pass through, whistling and screeching, but the walls stood. The rain soaked the thatch of their roofs, and began to drip inside. People put bowls underneath the leaks and went on with things. They had built their homes lifted on thick mud bricks a few inches off the ground. They had learned many years ago about flash floods. Cedar could not remember a time when these things were not done, but somehow it never seemed to be enough.

He closed his eyes, as he had when facing the bird of prey. He listened to the wind, to the sounds of their home as it groaned and shifted. As the storm raged, he sat motionless. He did not sleep that night.


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