This an gered the spi ri ts, an d lightning zigzagged f ro m their huge red orbs, arcing through the sky to strike the ground near the sweat lodge.
"She'll hear this!" boomed the great re d thunderbird. His taunts we re not words, but feelings directed to her.
"And this," cri ed the blue, his beak opening wide enough to swallow the
World . The yellow spi ri t did likewise.
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The little gnat was tossed about, ter ri fied , but she still could not hear the thunder.
"Enough!" bellowed the largest Wakiny an, a g re at black being cove re d in mist an d clouds . A d ri fting column of sweet grass smoke wafting up fr om the lodge enveloped the black thunderbird , ming li ng with the clouds that made his body. "In the loudest sound , she hears silence .
When she should speak, she says nothing . What a backward - forward
way to be!"
Those words struck more terror into the gnat than the lightning had. She
froze in horror, just as the black Wakiny an opened his great red eye an
d th re w his biggest bolt.
The searing hotness hurled her down, blasting a hole th ro ugh the lodge '
s or an ge and re d roof . The vision - seeker looked up an d took the gnat into herself , an d was filled with the gnat's fear . Lifting a dipper of water to throw on the hot rocks, the occup an t peered into the cool
liquid. The face she saw was not her own , but the face of a laughing
bear.
The Wakinyans flew above the lodge, their wings blocking the sun , so
that its light fl as hed on an d off in her face.
Light an d dark. Light an d dark.
Tesa burrowed under her old star quilt to escape the light that was fl as hing light an d dark , hot an d cold. She awoke with a jerk , si tt ing bolt up ri ght , then looked around, not knowing where she was. Her bedside
lamp flashed on, an d off.
The dream fragmented an d she scrambled after its memo ry , but
nothing w as left except a nameless d re ad , the warmth of the old quilt , an d the flashing bedside lamp. Just a bad dream ended by the door
signal , Tesa chided herself , climbing out of bed.
It was Jib, an d with him came the t an talizing smell of coffee. "Hur ry an d get decent , Tesa. Dr. Rob ' s coming by."
" Talk to the se rv o about b re akf as t ," she signed one-h an ded. "I'll be out in five. Does the place look like hell?"
"Mere ly heck . He gave me a ten - minute wa rn ing."
Now I' ll find out about Trini ty , Tesa thought with a stirri ng of excitement . Jib had told her l as t night that he'd pumped Rob for
details , but the psychologist had been closemouthed. Tesa had been
tempted to call him herself, but she ' d been exhausted after the
conversation with her parents , following yesterday's confusing events,
an d she'd fallen asleep.
She stumbled to the shower, passing her wall holo, currently
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showing the Black Hills . There was a lone eagle gliding through the
scene . The holos had m an y random variations , but for some re ason , this image made her shudder . " Mirror ," she signed. Oh, that's worse, she decided.
"Good morning," Tesa signed to Rob. Clean hair gave her a different
outlook-refreshed, cheerful. "Where's Jib?"
"I tossed him out," the psychologist told her . He sat on the neutral-colored sofa in Jib and Tesa's shared living room. On a table sat a pile of
doughnuts an d a pot of steaming coffee. "We've got lots to discuss .
Come, pl an t yourself."
She did, then helped herself to a plain old-f as hioned. " So, how ' d your pa re nts take it ?" Rob asked kindly. Tesa stared at him , confused.
"When you told them you didn't wan t your hearing fixed?"
"Well ..." she hesitated , " I said ... I hadn ' t decided."
Rob w as surp ri sed . " But you we re so su re when I left you!" Ex as perated , she scowled . " I thought you wanted me to re consider ! I thought you w an ted me to have it done."
He looked an noyed in tu rn. " Only if the surgery is what you re ally w an t . What did your parents say to ch an ge your mind?"
"Nothing ... I just