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[Evkav]

i hear the angels talking, talking, talking

Light came over the horizon slowly and people rose in their beds. One young girl stretched under the thin sheets and opened her blue eyes. She looked around her tiny room, a yawn pushing its way through her lips. Moaning she coaxed herself off the bed. She stood up and moved to a chest where she proceeded to pull out some casual clothes. She then proceeded to tie her hair up in a way that was not altogether neat but had some kind of arrangement in the chaos. Finally, she leaned over and grabbed a guitar that was sitting in the corner of her room. She grabbed a few pics from a table in the centre of the small room and then walked out the door, shoving some of the plastic pieces into her hair.

Alexis walked down the basically empty streets, nodding to a few people that she recognised. Many people were already setting up various stores to sell their goods. They needed to come out early to get everything ready and to get the good spots. Lexi knew very well that the people of Sayaie worked their asses off day after day to keep themselves off the streets. She often wandered what it would be like to be one of the riders at the Eyrie. She had only ever heard stories of the magical riders and had never really seen them in the flesh before. Still, she knew that she never would get that chance. They were all busy protecting the Eyrie from the Koxi, those vicious beasts that all the humans dreaded.

Coming up to a familiar corner the blonde girl stopped and grabbed a pic from her hair. She swung the neck strap up and around her neck and held the guitar with intense familiarity. Striking the pic along the strings she used her left hand to push the strings down and create different pitches. The song was familiar to her, one of the first she had learnt. It was an old Sayaie folk song that told of the first landing and the creating of the first settlement. All those in Sayaie knew it well and Alexis wondered if the riders too knew that familiar tune. Most of her repertoire consisted of folk songs from around Pohono that her parents had taught her when she was a little girl.

The whole song went for only a few minutes and soon it was over. Alexis sighed and looked up to the sky, watching the few clouds roll across the vast expanse of blue. Smiling she strummed another chord and started one more song. This one was another well-known one and it was her favourite of them all. It was the one that told of the twenty four going out on an adventure where they found magical eggs. They stayed with the eggs until they hatched, the simourv, the wild simourv. They learnt to fly the winged beasts and together they all saved the people from the Koxi, the wild ones. It was a beautiful song and her voice rung out through the streets, greeting the day with thanks. Today would be her day, today she would finally figure out what she was meant to do next.

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