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Creative Writing: Farenheit 451

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Saying goodbye to the clan leader, Dondorian was one of the hardest things Moira had ever done. Her large amber eyes glistened with the strain of the moment, for it had the feel of forever to it. He was a savior, a father, a friend. It was he that set her free as a young slave. And he who invited her into his wagon as a child of his own. It was he that wrapped her in a hug that communicated more to her then he would ever voice. "We adapt, survive, maintain, circle through, but we come home. Remember that, Dreamdancer, and come home." "Thank you Dondorian, for everything. Speak a blessing into the wind for me and Kestrel each sunrise and a prayer for us each eve. As I will for you and Mahma and the boys." Moira climbed up onto the wagon seat and the clan leader handed up one of two baskets setting beside him. She set the first basket behind the buckboard. As he handed the second one up he said with a smile and a wink, "Make sure our little hawk gets this one." …show more content…

May the wind always bring tidings of good and carry far away rumors of war." "Be safe and travel well, daughter. Treaty Falls will be host for the gathering of the Ten Clans at midsummer if you happen to be in the area." A hopeful gleam in her eyes, Moira smiled. "I will keep that in mind," she said as she twitched the reigns just enough to stir the two horses from their peaceful doze. It was a bump and jiggle ride along the cart track and not long before Kestrel poked her head out of the curtained back-end. Her eyes still blurry with sleep she pulled herself up on the buckboard next to her mahma. "Why didn't you wake me so I could say one last goodbye to

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