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A white gull flew near the horizon over the sea. Kenta lifted a hand to shield her eyes. Were there silver markings on those wings? The glare of the rising sun off the water made her eyes sting despite her efforts and the bird remained indistinct. “Is it him?” She asked at last, turning away from the glare.
Moshen didn’t answer right away. His hands hung loose at his sides. The light did not bother his keen eyes.
Kenta pressed her hands together to keep from tugging on her friend’s arm. “Moshen, is it him?”
“Gulls with silver markings are common here, Kenta. I can’t see the pattern to know for sure.”
It was his! It had to be. Kenta leaned up onto her toes and wished she could fly. She hummed and then let the words spill out “And all will turn to silver glass, a light on the water, all souls pass…”
“No one has returned from the East yet.” Moshen frowned at her. “You let your hopes fly away with you, small one.”
“So why are you out here at sunbreak then?” Kenta stuck her tongue out at him.
Moshen’s next words almost slipped away with the wind but Kenta heard. “A fool’s hope is better than no hope.”
