Grandmother hugged her covers to her and shivered.
It was already three days over with, and still no sign of the Nommos. She let out a sigh, and
felt the cold damp deep in her bones. After a while with the dogs on either side of her, she drifted off to sleep.
She was rocking, up and down, side to side. She looked out and was on a raft on the ocean.
It was still foggy, but she sat up and then knew she was in a dream, but knowing didn't seem to get her to wake up. She looked off to one side and there, red hair blowing in the wind was Rosemma. She was sitting upright, knees hugged to her chest. And beyond her, just an arms length off the raft was a Nommos. A large grey one, one eye staring at Rose as she stared back.
Grandmother woke with a start. The dogs were snoring, deep in their dog dreams, Rosemma was lying silent and still, her breath soft and deep.
Her heart pounding, Grandmother lay back and calmed herself. She listened for the Nommos. Not a sign or a answer back to her as she sent out to them, singing her high
sweet call for a few minutes.
She was sad, and fell back down. They would have to leave tomorrow, they would only
run out of food if they stayed, and everyone back at their camp would be worried, come looking, make a fuss. She hated a fuss made over her.
Finally she drifted off, and morning was not promising. The fog was so thick, she could barely see the dogs as they went out for their morning relief. Rosemma was still sound asleep, and Grandmother couldn't see waking her yet. Maybe the sun would burn off the fog. Otherwise it would be a tough start, trying to find her trail back. But she would look for her signs she had left, and since she had walked this way so many times in her life, they would get back, slowly but sure.
Rosemma suddenly sat up and yawned with a smile. "Grandmother, I had the most wonderful dream. We were out on the waves and I saw one of them!"
" Who did you see?" Grandmother had this strange clutch at her heart, feeling almost as if she dare not breath too deep.
"I saw the whales, the Nommos, Grandmother" They came close to the raft, and we stared at each other."
"Did they make any kind of picture thought in your mind, did you know what they said, could you hear them?" Grandmother talked so fast, she was shocked at herself.
"No, but they liked me, and they are very far off, but they liked me, they came close to me, I saw the one smiling."
"Smiling, they don't smile, they can't smile!" "Child, it was just a dream, I can't ever remember them coming to anyone in a dream to look at them, not like that."
"They are too far away, Grandmother, I saw the rest of them where the snow is, they are coming, but it is coming too."
What is, Rose, what is coming too?"
" The snow is coming, they are swimming fast, they are ahead of it just barely, they don't have time for much singing, but they let me know there is a lot of snow coming."
Grandmother felt herself shiver all the way to her insides. What if the child was seeing the Nommos in her dreams. It won't be the first time, but the only time she had heard of it, was from fully adept whalesingers who were in communication with the Nommos on the shore by day, and dreamed of them by night. Not some untried child, who hadn't even really heard them, and from such a long distance. The all year snow was far to the north, way too far away.
She couldn't wait if that was the case, and bit her lip while thinking about her next move. If Rose was right, then they needed to get home and have council with the heads of
the clan and camp groups.
"Rosemma, pack up your things, I'm going to fix a little breakfast, we are going
back to camp. Tie a rope on that knotheaded pup of yours too. Don't want him wandering off
I won't look for him if he does."
It was already three days over with, and still no sign of the Nommos. She let out a sigh, and
felt the cold damp deep in her bones. After a while with the dogs on either side of her, she drifted off to sleep.
She was rocking, up and down, side to side. She looked out and was on a raft on the ocean.
It was still foggy, but she sat up and then knew she was in a dream, but knowing didn't seem to get her to wake up. She looked off to one side and there, red hair blowing in the wind was Rosemma. She was sitting upright, knees hugged to her chest. And beyond her, just an arms length off the raft was a Nommos. A large grey one, one eye staring at Rose as she stared back.
Grandmother woke with a start. The dogs were snoring, deep in their dog dreams, Rosemma was lying silent and still, her breath soft and deep.
Her heart pounding, Grandmother lay back and calmed herself. She listened for the Nommos. Not a sign or a answer back to her as she sent out to them, singing her high
sweet call for a few minutes.
She was sad, and fell back down. They would have to leave tomorrow, they would only
run out of food if they stayed, and everyone back at their camp would be worried, come looking, make a fuss. She hated a fuss made over her.
Finally she drifted off, and morning was not promising. The fog was so thick, she could barely see the dogs as they went out for their morning relief. Rosemma was still sound asleep, and Grandmother couldn't see waking her yet. Maybe the sun would burn off the fog. Otherwise it would be a tough start, trying to find her trail back. But she would look for her signs she had left, and since she had walked this way so many times in her life, they would get back, slowly but sure.
Rosemma suddenly sat up and yawned with a smile. "Grandmother, I had the most wonderful dream. We were out on the waves and I saw one of them!"
" Who did you see?" Grandmother had this strange clutch at her heart, feeling almost as if she dare not breath too deep.
"I saw the whales, the Nommos, Grandmother" They came close to the raft, and we stared at each other."
"Did they make any kind of picture thought in your mind, did you know what they said, could you hear them?" Grandmother talked so fast, she was shocked at herself.
"No, but they liked me, and they are very far off, but they liked me, they came close to me, I saw the one smiling."
"Smiling, they don't smile, they can't smile!" "Child, it was just a dream, I can't ever remember them coming to anyone in a dream to look at them, not like that."
"They are too far away, Grandmother, I saw the rest of them where the snow is, they are coming, but it is coming too."
What is, Rose, what is coming too?"
" The snow is coming, they are swimming fast, they are ahead of it just barely, they don't have time for much singing, but they let me know there is a lot of snow coming."
Grandmother felt herself shiver all the way to her insides. What if the child was seeing the Nommos in her dreams. It won't be the first time, but the only time she had heard of it, was from fully adept whalesingers who were in communication with the Nommos on the shore by day, and dreamed of them by night. Not some untried child, who hadn't even really heard them, and from such a long distance. The all year snow was far to the north, way too far away.
She couldn't wait if that was the case, and bit her lip while thinking about her next move. If Rose was right, then they needed to get home and have council with the heads of
the clan and camp groups.
"Rosemma, pack up your things, I'm going to fix a little breakfast, we are going
back to camp. Tie a rope on that knotheaded pup of yours too. Don't want him wandering off
I won't look for him if he does."
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