Can You Hear the Stars Calling?

Meeting the Sky

"Everywhere." She whispered.

"Everywhere?" I laughed. "How?"

In a heartbeat she was up, pulling me along and exclaiming, "I'll show you."

She quickly dragged me off the couch and was about to pull me through the door when Milo shouted, "Wait!" He quickly pulled off his sweatshirt and tossed it to me. "It's pretty cold up there. Are you trying to make her sick, Sam?"

Up there? What does he mean up there? Did he mean to say out there?

"Whoops, I guess it slipped my mind over the excitement," I pulled the warm sweatshirt over my head. "Ready?" Sam asked.

"Ready!"

She excitedly led me through the front door. Even though sunlight shone down brightly, a cold breeze blew. I shivered and wrapped me arms around myself, trying to run away the goosebumps.

Spring had barely started to show traces of its arrival. The sun was here now, but any minute now sheets of rain could fall. It was nice to be able to enjoy the sun while it lasted.

Sam continued stringing me along until we were at the end of the long gravel drive.

The endless country stretched before and behind us. Tall grass swayed and shook in the breeze, finally turning green after the long winter. Few trees were scattered here and there just barely budding their leaves.

In the distance, more trees dotted the horizon on the rolling hills.

I couldn't imagine how peaceful this would be in the summer. Spending every day and night under the sun. The cool feeling of the breeze on a hot day.

Sam's voice interrupted my thoughts. "I've wanted to show you these all week. But it was just never the right time." She squealed.

She actually squealed.

"Now I can finally show them to you! Step back. You're going to love this."

Them? I took a step back, waiting for whatever surprise she was going to pull out of thin air.

Then I saw them. They really did appear out of thin air. I'd never seen anything like them. They were indescribably beautiful.

Wings. Real wings. And not just one pair. Three.

I gasped and staggered back as they unfolded themselves gently from Sam's back.

They themselves looked like they were made of starlight. Pure, rich, golden starlight. Though, this starlight was different from what I saw in my dream with The Starcaster. I peered closer. This starlight had the texture of sand. Each individual grain it's own supernova. Constantly shifting, it morphed into individual feathers to create wings.

Silently, I walked around Sam to more closely look.

Two pairs of the wings were bigger than the third. Both of the were connected to her upper back. They shot from her back as part of her body. Somehow, they had gone through her shirt without tearing the backside to pieces. The wings were connected through two slits in the shirt.