Spring 1823 – Singing to Shape the World

The creatures’ eyes were blank. They were blind, more blind than bats. They were not silent. They hummed. I did not have a strong ear for music but Mother had taught me enough to recognize that each held a slightly different pitch. 

I looked for the ni’gaut. It had scuttled back against a wall and seemed to be trying to become a part of it. This was the first time I had seen it show fear.