Leeli’s sweet, fierce heart is remarkable. I want to see the world the way she does.
Leeli turned her thoughts to the heavens, and took up her pleading where Nia’s left off, praying a blessing of safety on her brothers, who even now walked deeper into darkness with each step.
Strangely, she felt no anger toward Gnag, who had wrought such evil on the world—only pity. And that pity aimed her prayers toward her brothers and their safety.
What could she do? Her leg was twisted by Fangs, and she was only nine years old. She was as weak as a flower. She stroked Nia’s hair, as Nia had often stroked hers whenever she was afraid. Then her hand drifted to the whistleharp. If she couldn’t go with her brothers into the heart of darkness, she would defend the Hollows. She would play. Her song was all she had, and she would send it skyward as long as she had breath to do so.
Long into the night, the Song Maiden of Anniera practiced fingerings in silence, recalling song after song and arranging them as a warrior might lay out weapons and sharpen blades. If, when the sun rose, the Fangs returned, she would be ready.
Discussion: How is Leeli able to feel pity toward Gnag? How does that pity shape her prayers?
Do you agree with Kal and Janner’s decision? That’s a spoilery conversation perfect for the forum.
What was your favorite part of this week’s reading?
Activity: Who’s got a soup song, a gravy song, or a goat lullaby? Let’s hear it! Jesse wrote a delicious bacon song to get us started last week. It made me super hungry and I might have eaten bacon after reading it. 🙂