Night Wings Part 11
Sunday Scribbling 206 the book that changed everything
A Book! They said Ralph found a book! Why didn’t I think of it before? Well, maybe because things were a little crazy, what with flying and Ryall getting healed, and all of us joining together to do it. Maybe there are answers in that book.
I had been lying here for hours, my mind going in circles. Now that I had an idea, a direction to go, my eyes got heavy and I thought I could sleep, finally.
Daylight had been around for awhile, I judged by the way the sun was beaming in the upper windows. It was still shady cool down here but I was stiff from the floor. I rolled over and looked up at where Ryall was starting to wake up.
“Hey.” I smiled up at him.
“Hey back.” He said with a small grin. He still looked a little pale but the smile encouraged me.
“Hungry?”
“I think maybe I am. A little shaky still, but maybe eating would help.”
We had been speaking quietly so as not to disturb the others. “Let me go find some clean clothes and take care of some personal stuff and I’ll fix something. Are you okay here for now?” I was a little afraid to leave him but nature was calling and I needed a toothbrush.
“Yeah. I might need a little help later but I’ll, uh…”
“Get one of the guys to help?” I smiled again. If he felt well enough to be embarrassed then he was feeling better. “I’ll be right back.”
I hurried up the stairs and grabbed a clean pair of jeans and a shirt. Emelia liked the skirts and boots and feathers but feathers and skirts weren’t exactly practical for flying. I would stick with jeans. I hit the bathroom and cleaned up and was back downstairs in less than ten minutes. Ryall was still curled up on his side, wrapped in the quilt.
“I promised Ralph pancakes last night. Does that sound good to you? I’ll get you some water before I get started.” Ryall just nodded.
I felt like singing. I was so happy that Ryall was going to be alright, I felt like I could fly without wings! I got him a glass of water and helped him sit up. He sipped it at first and it seemed to help. “If you can sit here by yourself, I’ll start breakfast. The others will be waking up soon.”
“I’m fine, and Kystel? Thank you.”
“It was Emelia, not me. I’m just glad you are going to be okay.”
“I know Emelia is a healer but last night was weird. It was like I wasn’t here but wherever I was, everyone was with me, but you, well, it was different. It was like I felt everyone else through you.”
He was watching my face. “What? What really happened?”
“That’s just it, Ryall. I’m not sure. Let me get breakfast going and we’ll talk about it later. I think everyone will want to be in on that conversation.”
Ralph sat up, wide awake. “Pancakes? Hey Kystel, I’ll help you! What do you want me to do?”
Ralph had a way about him that always made me laugh. “Good morning, Ralph. Why don’t you get plates and syrup out?”
“Sure thing, Kystel.” Ralph’s red hair was sticking up more than usual. He made me think of some kind of funny bird. There was something about him that made me want to hug him. He reminded me of Mattie not his looks but some quality that made me want to look after him.
The others were beginning to move around, all except Emelia. Sloan reached around to grab a pancake and got a swat on his hand with the pancake turner. “Ouch!”
“Wait for the others.” I grinned at him.
“Do you want me to wake Emelia?”
Emelia was still out. I hoped last night wouldn’t have any lasting ill effects on her. “Let her sleep for a bit longer. I’ll keep some warm for her. I think last night was hardest on her.”
Plates of pancakes and syrup were passed around and for awhile there wasn’t much to say. Everyone was hungry. Lolly and Arkin helped clean up. Emelia finally woke up.
“What is all the racket?” Emelia sat up frowning, and grabbed her head. She was pale and her eyes were shadowed. “And who kicked me in the head?”
“Hey Em, rough night, huh?” Sloan went and sat next to her, peeling her hands from her head. “Let me look at you. Kystel will you bring you some water. Lolly, you know where she keeps that headache medicine?”
“On it.” Lolly ran upstairs. I handed a glass to Sloan.
“Ryall!” The sudden movement and sound of her own voice had Emelia reaching for her head again but Sloan beat her too it, gently massaging her temples and talking softly to her. “He’s fine. He’s on the couch and just finished a plateful of pancakes.”
“Oh figures. You let me sleep and while you eat up all the goodies. Next one of you gets a paper cut – you are on your own.” Emelia spoke quietly but at least her usual sarcasm was back. “Welcome back Emelia, you’re starting to sound like yourself.” We exchanged a look across the room. Lolly showed up with the headache powder and Emelia made a face but swallowed it down with the rest of the water.
“I saved you some pancakes. Here’s a cool cloth to put on your head. As soon as you feel like it, I’ll bring you your plate.” Kystel held the compress out to Sloan who laid on Emelia’s head.
“Oh man, that is heaven. Give me a minute and then I would love those pancakes. Despite this screaming headache I am starving!”
I took Ralph’s plate and he smiled up at me. “Thanks Kystel, you ate the best!” I thought this would be as good a time as any. “When you finished the eschatometer a book was mentioned. A book that you found?” Is it a big secret or something?”
Ryall turned to look at them.
“Nope. It’s just big and old and hard to read.” Ralph was smiling at her so she guessed it must be okay to ask about it.
“Do you think I could see it sometime?”
“Sure Kystel. I’ll go get it now.”
Ralph darted out and up his ladder, coat flying out behind him. By the time he came back, I was handing a plate of pancakes and a cup of tea to Sloan for Emelia. The rest looked on with interest as Ralph carried what appeared to be a huge and very old book to where he had been sitting On the couch. He patted a place by him. I sat down next to him and he held it open on his lap.
The cover was leather and cracked with some of the edges torn. The spine was creased with wear, and I could see that the edges of the pages were rough as though they had been hand made. Ralph blew on it and we both began to sneeze and cough as the dust flew up.
“So what’s in it?” I asked him.
Ralph looked at me with shining eyes. “Everything!”
Your prolific work is a joy to follow. In your dash to post like me you tend to make tiny typo’s. Usually within half and hour I am back in there correcting all what now seems so obvious. Emelie and B(y) are the ones that stand out.
Entranced as usual.
Thanks – fixed them!
The Book of everything – sounds like a good read.
Stories to read. Yay! I’ll be back again to read more. Thank you for dropping in at Shiteki Na Usagi and leaving a comment. It pleases me that you like the banner and the poem. Thanks for the link to your place. Stop by again some time.
Old Egg – thanks for the catch – all fixed now
Bunny Girl – I’ll look at it today. I hope you will give me some pointers on how to do that formatting or a link where I can find instructions? I don’t have anything on scribd though I use it all the time – I’ll have to check it out.
Stan – I’d like to have a book like that too – maybe for us it;s the internet?
Sorry for flooding everyone with posts. This week is spring break so I’ve had a bit of time!
You done bust through. It’s all in there, ain’t it, just waiting for you to have the time to let it come on through. The flow, the rhythms – all very fine.
Got some heavy duty planning and thinking to do now. Today is day one of an online fiction writing class that I have signed up for. Maybe it will help me get my self together. I would REALLY like to not write myself into a corner with this one
I must have missed out on the very beginning of this book. Where are the characters living?
An abandoned warehouse. I never set it in a particular city. I think the description is in part three.
thanks.
Wonderful detail, and you do a great job with voice.
And irresistible — a book of everything!
How have I not been reading your blog forever? It’s wonderful, and I loved this entry! The CLICK! you just heard was me adding you to my blogroll. Hope you don’t mind.
(And I tend to type quickly and make speed-related typos, as well, as another commenter mentioned; you are not alone.)
I’m so happy you visited and added me. I’ll try to keep the fun going!
Sunday Scribblings has fed my google reader tons of wonderful reading material – you have been added and I hope you will continue with SS!
Your formatting looks great on the kindle and I will be starting it soon