The wind was up, whipping the bay into a frothy mess; any ships that knew what was good for them were tied to the docks, bobbing around like multicolored rubber ducks. Out on the horizon a mound of grayish fluff was rolling in, the first sign of the bad weather the port was in for that evening. That wasn't stopping the kiters, though.
Roelly and Grace sat on the roof, their legs dangling over the edge, watching the fantastical shapes dance in the stiff wind. The sky was crowded, dangerously so, but the fliers were too experienced for mishaps.
"Does this happen every time there's a storm?" asked Grace.
"The kites? Yeah. Right up until it rains. sometimes even through the rain if there's no lightning," answered Roelly.
"Uhmm," he mumbled, pointing.
It was a massive luna moth kite bucking joyfully in its little patch of sky. Its neighbors hung away, apprehensive.
It was a massive luna moth kite bucking joyfully in its little patch of sky. Its neighbors hung away, apprehensive.
"That's Kassy's kite," He said, traced his finger along its invisible string to one of the roofs.
"There she is. I think those are her brothers next to her. And there's Clarence's kite—the dragon with the long tail."
"Can you tell everyone by their kite around here?" asked Grace, standing up next to him."There she is. I think those are her brothers next to her. And there's Clarence's kite—the dragon with the long tail."
"Well, not everyone, but pretty close. I'll point out who I know if you like."
That's how Roelly's mother found them, standing together on the roof, picking out kites. Two popsicle sticks lay on the ground beside them; no trace of thier earlier spat remained. She didn't let them know she was there, just watched for a while, smiling. It was good to see them finally getting along again, and with hardly any intervention this time, too.
Progress.
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