Hidden Temples

(10) Spirit animal

                       (Jack)
I have to admit, I did have fun with Rue. She's special, different, from the other girls here.
But, mistress told me to keep an eye on her, to watch her. It sounds a bit creepy, and I thought so to, but it's not like I'm watching her every step.
But that is why I'm her personal trainer.

I do wonder what her animal will be. I bet something that's quick, sly, tricky, definitely fast, and beautiful.
Not that I'm calling her beautiful, I mean she is, but not in that way, I mean she's pretty, but I wouldn't date her, I mean, would I? No way, but,
Oh god I'm so stupid!?!?

I'm laying in bed, thinking about a girl, that's not what guys do, they... what do they do?
Anyways, I do think Rue is pretty, any guy would think so.
Gosh, I'm not sure.

I lay on my back and try to clear my head to fall asleep, but all I can think about is Rue.
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The sound of the birds at my windowsill wake me up.
I rush to my closet and put on my best pants and a white t-shirt, and head for the door.
I've got to go pick Rue up, at her temple, I promised her that we'd try to learn how to transform into her spiritual animal. I think she'll take about nine days to get it right.
I still remember when I actually did it.
My animal is a grey dog, I have friends who can turn into sea creatures, horses, and manny more, I'm just glad I got one of the good ones, I mean all of them are good, but a dog blends in more, and it's a land animal, I'm also glad it's a perfect size.

I arrive at Rues temple, and walk up the stairs to her room.
I'm in mid knock, when the door swings open to reveal, Rue all dressed and ready, with a book in her hands.
Of course.
"How...how do...you know I was here?"
She shrugs.
"You ready?"
She pushes her way out the door, and into the hallway, summoning a gust as she does so.
We exit, and the wind sweeps us away.

We land in our practice ground, and she lays her bag on by a tree.
"Can we start it now?" She asks.
"Yes, but before that, I have to teach you how to make a weapon with the wind."
"Okay," she sighs.
"How do I do that?"
"First," I say.
"Call a gust."
"Come," she hisses.
The gust flows to her hand.
"Now call two more, and ask those to merge."
She reaches out her hand, but doesn't say anything, but then two gusts coil around her wrist, and she merges them together.
I watch in awe.
She grins.
"Now what?"
"Command the winds to bend, then add your last wind."
Once again, she mentally bends the winds and adds her other wind.
For some reason the winds flow more easily to her, like the wind likes her. The wind is usually stubborn, and doesn't want to listen to our command. But the wind seems to be drawn to her.
Like it wants to listen to her.

Once she adds the last gust, the winds swirl and swirl, faster, and faster, until they uncoil, leaving a perfect metal sward.
"Wow," she says examining the sward, she looks at me, then grins.
I must look idiotic with my mouth open and eyes wide, so I close my mouth quickly.
Once again she blew me away.

"Now can we work on that animal thing?" She asks.
I nod.
"Okay," she says clapping her hands together.
"How do we do this?"

"Okay first call the biggest draft you can sense."
She closes her eyes, and a huge draft comes, almost knocking me over.
"Good, now command it to coil around your entire body."
The draft covers her in a cocoon, and she waits for my next directions.
"Now carefully, repeat after me, and try to pronounce these words in the exact same tone, rhythm, and accent."
She closes her eyes, and in the language of the wind, I hiss,

"From the ancient winds I command, make me your animal ."

As she repeats my words with a perfect accent, I sense the wind feeling calm, like her voice is a sincere apology, or melody that drifts the winds of to sleep.
Though her command doesn't even sound like a command, it's more like she's politely asking the wind what she wants.

The wind, quicker than ever, accepts, and twirls, and spins her round and round, until it releases her. I peek through the fog and laugh.
She actually did it, on her first ever try!!!!!!!!

A beautiful, what looks like a tabby, comes out.
She meows, she's a cat!

Nice choice wind.

"So the winds decided that your going to be a cat," I say.
"Suits you."
She comes into the light. Her silvery grey fur, is marked with black stripes laid on her forehead, and down her back. With tints of light light brown around her mouth, and in her ears.
She's an extremely attractive cat.
And of course her greyish blue eyes.
"Okay," I say.
"Now in your head, repeat these words.
Wind, you have made me an animal with the wind, I ask of you now, let me go."

Moments later, the wind uncoils, making her, her again.
"Awesome!" She says.
"Yeah, first try!" I say.
She turns to me.
"I guess I bet your record," she says, smiling when I grin.
"Guess you did, and might I say, you make a pretty good cat."
She grins.
"I still can't believe it, you also made your sward perfectly from the wind."
"Yeah," she says proudly.
"That, was pretty awesome."
I grin.
"So what now?" She asks.

"Well you did what we were supposed learn both on your first try so there's nothing left to do."

"I guess I should go home, I've got to do some reading," she says.

And without another word, she lets the wind carry her away.

That was weird.
She never just leaves like that.
Somethings up, but why wouldn't she tell me if somethings up?