A Secret Used

It was the seventh day and Jonas sat and played his drum as Awinita danced within the circle created by the Lower Town’s people. Jonas’s belly no longer growled, but now his head felt both heavy and light, which he really didn’t like. Distracted, his hands and fingers found a rhythm that his ears couldn’t track, but Awinita’s feet and body did. As she weaved and stepped, shadows drew close and flickered and flowed with her. Jonas played and Awinita danced and the shadows darkened and deepened until faces and smiles appeared. Aware, Awinita bowed and welcomed the dancing Nunne’hi