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I shift up, stretching my arms out drawing nearer to my home in the clouds.
Every day I flew to the boundary between the earth-sphere, and the sky but I could never go through. I liked to peer through the clouds and watch the little creatures crawling on the surface. They seem surreal. Why can't they fly? How can they live down there, wouldn't they burn from the earth's mantle or be crushed like a bug by gravity?
I don't understand gravity, the teachers at school say it is simply what makes people of mass and volume go down or attract to bigger objects. The reason we can't is because we were freed from the attraction long ago, they call us gossamer's, beings of light and freedom. What is weight? What does it feel like when you can only move around in circles, feet attached?
It seems so slow. When I was younger me and this boy liked to tease the creatures calling them "Molasses feet" but they could never hear us. Now that I have taken all my courses I know they can not see us either. I think we are as there as air to them.
Lea zoomed just out of reach as she pulled to a hover in front of me.
"What are you doing?"
"Visiting the border." I jump up to her level.
I don't answer but instead adjust my backpack strings so I could take out my sack of gas water.
That is another thing I don't get, how can someone digest liquid water? It must weight them a ton. It is probably what makes gravity affect them so much.
I inhaled the misty scent in awe, I love the pure, clear tasting smell of water. As I finished the bag, Lea was still babbling about the most recent gossip.
I listened to the hum as she went on and on. No one ever listens to Lea, they just pretend to, and she never notices. Her babble is very musical though, if you sort zoom out of literal thought and just listen to her nice high pitched humming sound.
Not everyone can babble musically, without having a particular song memorized.
I love listening to my mom too, she is a singer and probably the most gorgeous of her age. She just flows instead of flutters so that you can scarcely see how she travels. Sometimes at night, she disappears completely and then seconds later you see her again on the opposite side of the house humming.
I admit that is why I hang out with Lea, we like to do stuff together, but I never have to listen. I always know what she says, but it just sits in the back of my mind and never goes anywhere. I can never reply to her babble because she never wants me too. She just wants to be the only one talking.
Molasses creatures sort of croak when they speak, they have really deep voices, I don't know what they say, but it is fun to hear their strange noises they make.
A large team of hawks flew over head.
Lea stopped her babble to look where I was looking.
"Let's get back." I said nervously, watching the boys adjust their air rifles. They wore heavy brown wings and the bodies of hawks with a beak at the top of their head.
They were the hunters, when you saw one you knew they watching the skies for any danger. If they were close, you had to retreat or you could get stuck in the bloody mess. When they were birds, they couldn't see us because they were affected by gravity just as much as the creatures of the earth, they were just lighter. They can only see through a real hawk's eyes, the only way you know is when you see the camouflaged bow and arrow shaft on their backs.
"Up!" Lea hissed hurriedly. As quickly as we could we fluttered upward, forming a small draft that ruffled the boys feathers.
"You feel that?" one screeched.
"Nah, what you talking about?" another screeched back.
The first one stuck his tongue out, as if to send a mating call. But he stuck in back in and said, "We lost 'em, dang it!"
A shadow flocked on a cloud across from them.
"Raiders." Lea and I breathed.
"You hear that?" A boy asked his neighbor.
"No? You imaging things?"
"There might a lady up there in the clouds."
"Tell her to get back, then."
The hawk swerved upward but stopped a few yards below our cloud. It screeched, flapping it wings helplessly.
"I can't hear you!" I yelled at him.
He looked actually disgruntled before taking off his hat, revealing the familiar silver hair and round face of my thirteen-year old brother.
"Jaques! You fool! We don't need anyone to help us get back, we need someone to fight the raider!"
"What?" His pubescent voice nearly squawked meaning he probably left his hawk voice box partly on. He turned and spotted the shadow flickering closer.
"You have to tell Mom and Dad," he screeched. "That is no raider, it comes from earth and it is challenging our freedom to live. Go!" with that he fluidly put on his hat and dived to meet the rest of the hunters.
"Lea?" I turned to the spot where she was but to see that she was gone.
"Mother of pearl," I grumbled before following in her wake.
"So Jaques, you finally came back," Mortimer crowed to the point that he almost sounded like a crow. I motioned to him to adjust his voice box again because he must have bumped it on accident.
"Now since you are so young I want you to stay back and be the warner and the spotter. We can't risk your neck."
"I think I can handle a bow, thanks." I said stiffly.
"I know you can, but battle is a whole another thing. Use it only to protect yourself. Do not attack, hear me?"
I gave him my most piercing stare but he ignored it as he always ignores me.