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The wave rose high and majestic in the moonlit night, causing the girl behind it to appear taller than she really was. Her dark skin glistened in the dim light and her eyes, wide and luminous , tried to take in the scenery before the wave crashed down. Another wave rose before the first wave dissipated. This time, she was riding the wave, her back straight, her mouth proud. Her high afro had beads of water shining in them like some kind of speckled headdress. A fitting crown for the naked stranger. This wave did not crash down like the first one, but bent in a parody of a bow, low enough for its passenger to step down gracefully and sink into her own bow before the waiting figure.
The abayedo was waiting for the girl. Her command had been to wait for the one that Fulvion – the water goddess- would send to her. When Kemsi saw the girl who stepped off the wave, the first thought to cross her mind was, Would Hastana send such a frail, young one? Even as she thought this, the bowed figure raised herself regally and stared the abayedo straight in the eye. By Hastana! What manner of monster is this! Even as she thought this thought she fought to repress it for she feared that those eyes could hear thoughts as well as any body’s ears heard sounds. The child’s eyes had seemed luminous in the moonlight, well it made sense now that Kemsi could see them well enough to understand that she had no pupils. Her eyes were a clear, iridescent white from corner to corner, those eyes seemed to absorb the light and then release the light back into the night.
The abayedo bowed to the child, “I am Kemsi, head abayedo in Helinth.”
“My name”, the child replied in the soft sigh of a lonely breeze, “is Jorni, because I have no home. Raise your head.”
When Kemsi raised her head, Jorni’s eyes were normal, except her pupils were mere slits, like a serpent’s own. Kemsi took off her coat and wrapped the girl in it, leading her through the alley that had just been full of waves.
Their walk was a long one, but Kemsi was not worried about Jorni’s safety, even though walking through Falltown at night is as good as asking Obanodosa to give you her key to death. Their trek took them past the outskirts of the Fringes, the diseased capital city of Falltown. Here, Kemsi paused at a rundown shack to purchase some voodoo pills. As she pocketed the precious and expensive pills she noticed Jorni staring at her, utter contempt on her face, her pupils had disappeared again and the whites shone even more than they had previously. She nervously cleared her throat and said, “Do you use them?”
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she realized that she had spoken in error. The night seemed to grow darker in an instant , although Kemsi could still see the moon behind Jorni’s head. The girl’s eyes seemed to take on a life of its own, glowing intensely as the rest of he face contorted in wrath. Her mouth opened and this time her voice was that of a gale in a thunderstorm, whipping Kemsi’s braids around painfully and causing the trees around them to sway in distress. “How dare you insinuate that I would resort to such trivial thrills in order to gain paltry abilities.” Her eyes glowed in even brighter as she spat out the next lines with a look of complete revulsion on her face, “Psychic abilities? Don’t mess around with me. Abayedo, it will pay u well to remember that.”
As Jorni’s anger increased, the force of the wind that was her voice rose in intensity, until it became like sharp knives directed solely at Kemsi, slicing through her clothes and her skin. Kemsi raised her hands before her body in an involuntary warding off gesture and screamed, at the sound of the abayedo’s terrified shriek, Jorni smiled thinly and nodded her head.