21 April 2014

90 pages into 4th book

Sweeping away the leaves and bits of ice,
Izara smiles at the sun, with light against her feeling nice,
She hums a song as the broom makes a sound,
Stopping for a moment, as if something hit the ground,
Looking across the pond, where the friends stay,
Izara drops the broom, feeling something different today,
Taking steps back, as if she is being watched by eyes,
She moves inside her hut, being cautious and wise,
Putting out the flames of her fire dimmed overnight,
The sound of flapping wings, hitting her roof, giving a fright,
Izara takes the logs out and hides inside the fireplace,
As above through the hay roof, a bayt shows its face,
She remains still, as it sniffs the air for more,
With another, smaller than the first, enters through the door,
She takes a sheet to cover herself, hiding from its look,
Demshi lands on the roof, as the hut then shook,
“I know you are here.” He speaks, the rumble of his voice,
“Heal me and I will let you stay.” He offers Izara a choice,
She lowers the sheet, with the young bayt watching her there,
Izara walks outside, looking at the injuries she is to take care,
“What happened to you?” she asks, as Demshi has burnt skin,
“A demon fight.” Demshi moves closer, ready to begin,
Izara goes back inside, taking a vile of water from the shelf,
Using it to damped a towel, he snatches and puts it on himself,
“Hold it there.” Izara says, putting the top back on the vile,
As Demshi looks down at her, giving an untrusting smile,
“I have always helped those in need.” Izara says true,
“Even your kind in the past.” She adds, but he already knew,
Removing the towel, Demshi feels his healed skin on his face,
“I will keep my word, you will stay.” He feels no burnt trace,
Izara bows her head, as Demshi spreads his wings to flap,
While he leaves the other bayts stay, as she knew he was full of crap.