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The WeatherMaker Hearts Desire By Lady Lilium Characters: 4876

Updated: 2018-07-10 12:04

'Come on' Ramana said excitedly to Amaia. 'Let's go home and show your father.'

They said their goodbyes to Alice and her family, and made their way home, taking the bird with them.

'What the hell is that?'

'We found it' Ramana explained to Farrell, kneeling and cooing over the tiny bird that Amaia held. 'The poor little thing had fallen out of its nest and been abandoned. It needs a home.'

'Well don't bring it in here' Farrell protested.

'Why not?'

'It smells.'

'But look how cute it is.'

'It's not staying here' Farrell told her flatly.

'What?!' Ramana squeaked. Beside her Amaia looked suddenly desperately sad. 'But why?'

'Please daddy' Amaia pleaded. 'Can't we keep it?'


'Please?' Amaia repeated immediately.

'No means no' Farrell told her sternly, quickly becoming irritated.

'Come now husband' Ramana spoke kindly. 'There's no reason why it can't stay here, it would make her happy. Won't you let it stay here?'

Farrell felt his heart sinking as he glanced from Ramana to Amaia. He felt suddenly that if he were to take away this thing that made his daughter so happy, he would be an enemy.

'Fine' he said in exasperation, throwing his hands in the air. 'You can keep it.'

'Yay!' Amaia squealed in delight.

She ran up the stairs with the bird, heading to her room.

'How many times?!' Farrell called after her. 'How many times do I have to tell you not to run in the house?'

'Come on husband' Ramana teased, moving closer to him. 'Let her have her fun.'

She kissed him playfully, dancing away from him and swaying her hips seductively.

She paused, glancing back over her shoulder towards him, casting her eyes down and moving away.

Farrell sighed; shaking his head he followed her out of the room.

That night, Ramana told her daughter a bedtime story. It was a story about a family who had been turned into different animals by a spell. One was an otter, another was an ox, one was a boar and there were many more. The spell that turned them into animals every day and back to humans by night would only be broken when they found true love, or found the one who placed the spell on them in the first place.

'The bird' Amaia voiced when the story was over. 'You said it was called Yayew.'

'That's right' Ramana whispered.

'I think that would be a nice name for her' Amaia said.

'How do you know it's a her?' Ramana asked.

'I've decided

I want it to be a her.' Amaia stroked the bird that sat on her lap. 'Yayew' she said. 'You're a good girl.'

Ramana leant forward, kissing her daughter on the forehead.

'Well you two had better get some sleep' Ramana said. 'It's late now. You should have been in bed hours ago.'

'Goodnight mama' Amaia hugged her mother. 'See you in the morning.'

Early the next morning, Amaia was running up and down the corridors. The bird, newly named Yayew, had decided that Amaia was its mother. It followed her as she ran first one way, then the other, hurrying to keep up on its tiny little legs.

'Amaia stop running in the house!' Farrell yelled at her.

'Look husband' Ramana said to him, coming out of their room. 'Look how happy she is.'

She laid a gentle hand upon his arm, calming him. She was still dressed in her nightgown, despite the fact that it was nearly mid-day, Ramana watched beside her husband on the balcony as their daughter played. The little bird continued to chase after her.

'Isn't it wonderful?' Ramana beamed.

'What?' Farrell asked.

'Everything' Ramana said turning to him. She extended a hand for her husband to take. 'Dance with me.'


'Dance with me' Ramana repeated.

Farrell took his wife's hand, allowing himself to be dragged along, down the stairs and into the entrance hall of their home. Ramana stopped there, facing him. She held Farrell's hand firmly, placing his other hand upon her hip. On the balcony above them Amaia leant against the balustrade, looking down at parents. She picked up the little bird Yayew, running to the top of the stairs were she watched her parents dance, sitting with the bird upon her lap.

They moved across the marble floor of the hall, immersed in their own little world, their attention only on each other. Both were smiling. Both were happy.

Ramana and Farrell danced together.

They slowed to a stop eventually, letting go of each other and just staring at the other, smiles still upon their faces. Farrell then grabbed Ramana roughly, pulling her towards him and kissing her deeply. Ramana pulled back only to come up for air, then to two began to wrestle, Ramana trying to escape but was laughing too hard as Farrell tickled her.

'Stop!' she gasped. 'I can't breathe!'

From atop the stairs Amaia watched her parents happily, thinking about how much they loved each other, thinking about how fun it was to watch them.

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