By Laurie J. Marks
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But they spread of their own volition as I went over the ledge. Captured under the cupped membranes, the wind picked me up. I did not fall; I floated. And I was not terrified. All in one moment I knew why I had always felt so misplaced, why I was always longing for high places and felt at home on precipices. My entire life I had been traveling in the wrong element, confined to the ground when I belonged in the air. I could not help myself. My shout of ecstasy sang in the glass below. “Turn,” Eia said.
I would have done almost anything to avoid having that happen to me again. We followed a passage between mountain ridges. The wind shrieked across time-honed edges and howled in the hollows. Sometimes it forced me to struggle against it, jerking my wings askew. Sometimes it pushed me from behind, as if to hurry me impatiently forward, making me lose my footing in the darkness. As we fought our way down the pass, three moons rose, one after the other, like a string of beads. The dark moon, Abki was full and in the lead, red and smoldering, a bad sign some would say.
I told myself that the whole world lay before me. I told myself that even the tears which blinded me were good. I flew through a crisp, pale morning which tasted of winter. Sun shimmered over the maze. The glass glowed, but rivers of shadow filled the sandy canyons. I could not fly far. I landed within the maze, but I walked quickly, seeking to reach cover before Eia began to look for me. It was cold and silent here. The sand whispered under my feet. The cliffs blurred around me. My stomach ached with grief.