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As the sun set behind her, Indira gazed at the interesting shadow cast in front by her and Acorn. It looks like a strange monster, she thought.
A warm, gentle breeze blew past her, bringing with it scents of the wildflowers which grew aplenty alongside the well-traversed road. Thank goodness it's the summer. I'll be able to cover a bit more ground before stopping for the night. This is what Indira enjoyed so much. While her sisters preferred an indoors summer ball to pass the evenings, Indira found immense pleasure in riding atop Acorn alone out in the wilds under the brilliant dazzling stars. By now, the sun was set completely and the only light to guide Acorn's steps was that of the crescent moon. The road was an open, peaceful one though, so Indira was not worried. After a little longer, she whistled to stop and hopped to the ground. The mossy earth provided a soft landing. After setting up her modest camp which consisted of a bear skin sleeping mat and a cozy fire, Indira filled a pot from her water supply and set it over the fire. While waiting for it to boil, she laid down on her back and gazed up at the night sky where she easily found her favorite constellation, The Wandering Woodsman. To most, it looked like a random clump of stars, however, Indira had learned to study the heavens and could easily make out a man with an ax across his shoulder. It wasn't because of her special love of forests or because she had always felt alone like a wandering soul, instead, it was a particular star in the constellation which connected Indira to it. She could still remember the night many years ago when her father had pointed up to the heavens and said to her as they sat on a garden bench outside their home, "You see that star there forming the point of the triangle? I named you after it, Indira."
"But why, Papa? Am I supposed to be a star when I grow up?"
"You, my dear, are to be whatever you wish when you are older. I named you after the star because of its importance to the constellation it is in. It is not the brightest, most dazzling star, but without it the whole identity of the constellation would change. In the same way, our family would not be the same without you." She giggled as he poked her nose.
"What does my name mean though? Isobel knows her name's meaning and so does Iliana."
"Well, my girl, it is the fairies who study the stars, thus they who name them. Perhaps someday you'll meet one and be able to ask him or her yourself."
Indira sighed. Coming back to the present she thought to herself, I suppose I'm traveling in the wrong direction in order to get an answer to that old question. Oh well, another adventure for another day.
Sitting back up, she lifted the pot of boiling water from the fire. As she poured the water into her tin cup to make some tea, Acorn let out a small whinny. "What is it girl?" She looked up and saw Acorn gazing in the direction from which they'd come. Turning around, she saw what had alerted her horse. There coming up the road, was someone sitting atop a cart being pulled by two pale, white horses. As they came closer to the firelight, Indira saw that the person was, in fact, an elf. Don't look so surprised. You are on your way to his land after all, she told herself.
A warm, gentle breeze blew past her, bringing with it scents of the wildflowers which grew aplenty alongside the well-traversed road. Thank goodness it's the summer. I'll be able to cover a bit more ground before stopping for the night. This is what Indira enjoyed so much. While her sisters preferred an indoors summer ball to pass the evenings, Indira found immense pleasure in riding atop Acorn alone out in the wilds under the brilliant dazzling stars. By now, the sun was set completely and the only light to guide Acorn's steps was that of the crescent moon. The road was an open, peaceful one though, so Indira was not worried. After a little longer, she whistled to stop and hopped to the ground. The mossy earth provided a soft landing. After setting up her modest camp which consisted of a bear skin sleeping mat and a cozy fire, Indira filled a pot from her water supply and set it over the fire. While waiting for it to boil, she laid down on her back and gazed up at the night sky where she easily found her favorite constellation, The Wandering Woodsman. To most, it looked like a random clump of stars, however, Indira had learned to study the heavens and could easily make out a man with an ax across his shoulder. It wasn't because of her special love of forests or because she had always felt alone like a wandering soul, instead, it was a particular star in the constellation which connected Indira to it. She could still remember the night many years ago when her father had pointed up to the heavens and said to her as they sat on a garden bench outside their home, "You see that star there forming the point of the triangle? I named you after it, Indira."
"But why, Papa? Am I supposed to be a star when I grow up?"
"You, my dear, are to be whatever you wish when you are older. I named you after the star because of its importance to the constellation it is in. It is not the brightest, most dazzling star, but without it the whole identity of the constellation would change. In the same way, our family would not be the same without you." She giggled as he poked her nose.
"What does my name mean though? Isobel knows her name's meaning and so does Iliana."
"Well, my girl, it is the fairies who study the stars, thus they who name them. Perhaps someday you'll meet one and be able to ask him or her yourself."
Indira sighed. Coming back to the present she thought to herself, I suppose I'm traveling in the wrong direction in order to get an answer to that old question. Oh well, another adventure for another day.
Sitting back up, she lifted the pot of boiling water from the fire. As she poured the water into her tin cup to make some tea, Acorn let out a small whinny. "What is it girl?" She looked up and saw Acorn gazing in the direction from which they'd come. Turning around, she saw what had alerted her horse. There coming up the road, was someone sitting atop a cart being pulled by two pale, white horses. As they came closer to the firelight, Indira saw that the person was, in fact, an elf. Don't look so surprised. You are on your way to his land after all, she told herself.
