Thanks to Kevin Radthorne
for permission to use his beautiful “Searching for Signs”!
Ganenkh sat cross-legged at the top of the rise, his eyes
closed and his face lifted to the warm summer sun. Still as the boulders that
scattered the steppes, he flew on the shoulder of his companion, Shikra, high
on the thermals above. Across the steppes, he watched the wanderers approach.
When they came near, he rose in a single motion, standing on
his left leg, with his right foot braced against his left thigh, The Watcher.
Shikra announced them, spiraling down with a loud skree, until he landed on
Ganenkh’s padded shoulder and preened himself.
Eyes still closed, Ganenkh called out, “Welcome, Chuluunbold Enkhtuyaa,
I have been waiting for you.” Shikra tilted his head to the side, sharing the
view through his steady golden eyes.
Enkhtuyaa stopped at his words, planting her staff in the
hard-packed soil. Her long black hair danced in the warm breeze. Her eyes were
gold as Shikra’s, but as she turned the compass of her staff to face them, her
eyes blazed red as the jewels set in its spokes and center. She was younger
than Ganenkh, but she stood with strong courage before him. Her red silk draped
and curved around her, and Ganenkh had a sudden desire to see her dancing. His
lips twitched and he pressed them together to maintain his decorous mien.
“Who are you?” She asked, her eyes glowing like the setting
sun. “How do you know my name? And what are you doing…here?” She waved her left
hand wide, taking in the barren steppes around them.
Still standing in Watcher pose, Ganenkh brought his palms
together in front of his heart and bowed. “I am called Batsaikhan Ganenkh, and
I have been sent to show you the way.”
She frowned, but custom dictated she return his sacred
greeting. As she rose from her bow and returned her hand to her unmoving staff,
she challenged him again. “Show me the way to where?”
“Where you are meant to go, Bahaduyar Enkhtuyaa,” Ganenkh
smiled. She drew back in surprise. “Namaste,” he said, as he opened his eyes.
They blazed as red as hers.
The light in me
is part of the light in you.
Shikra screamed and flew into the darkening sky.
Dogs in house:
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Houdini, Eggs
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Time writing
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~45 minutes, plus name research
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June word
count
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6,817
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