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her face. Anything but a slight outline of features was invisible to their eyes, but what they could notice was that her hair was a fine, pure white, like that of snow drifting in a cool breeze.
              The Mother nodded in approval of the twins’ stance, and turned to the owl. “Get these children some food, Hoosun, will you?”
              Hoosun bowed his head in agreement, and signaled the children to his side. “Will you be joining us then, Mother?”
              The Mother glided gracefully upon the floor, over to the mouth of the chamber, feeling the nice, cool wind blowing across her face, as she removed her veil, her back to the others. “I will join you soon, head down now, please.”
              Hoosun did not stick around another second. He took the children, hand in hand, down the corridor, and they started their way down the stairs which they had come from, only moments before, the echo of their steps traveling back to the chamber, as they were soon only a faint pattering sound to the ears of the Mother.
              The Mother Dhahn stood with her face tipped to the sky, and her eyes closed, soft remnants of rain caressing her face. It was cool and soft as the wind drove the burdening clouds away from the great tree, slowly. As the night had come, the moon loomed high over all, even the great tree, as its light was shown to all below, illuminating the darkness with its astonishing form.
    Down quite a good length of stairs from the high chamber, there was a small chamber lit with burning lamps. The window was open, allowing a fine breeze to come in, causing the curtains to bustle about, swaying to the winds touch.
              Hoosun and the twins sat at an aged wooden table. Set before them was fruit that was harvested just earlier that day, and a few loaves of soft bread. The appetite of the twins was not very great. They sat nibbling on some chopped fruit, staring out through the window from their seating.
              Hoosun watched them pensively, wishing he could raise their spirits. Pretending to clear his throat as to grip their attention, the owl reached out with a feathery limb and purposely knocked an apple from a platter on the table, causing it to roll across the table’s surface, until falling, and landing, on Samana’s lap.
              The girl’s attention was stirred, and she took the apple in hand, and set it on the platter. Looking at the peaceful figure of an owl, she spoke. “Sorry, we’re not in such high spirits, right now…”
              Hoosun nodded severely. “Nonsense, it’s quite understandable, young one. I cannot expect you to take your father’s absence so lightly. After all, you have a soul, and a right one at that. I wouldn’t think of you not to be gloomy at a time as sad as this. It just wouldn’t seem the normal type.”
              Samana noted his statement, and agreed. Turning to her sister, she patted Daimana on the back, while trying a smile on her, conversing with the owl as she did so. “I think we should try to rest. Is there somewhere we can sleep?”
              “Indeed there is.” The owl said assuredly. “Let’s not bother walking down all those steps tonight, there is a free bed in my room, it’s only a short way down the stairs from here.”
              Samana smiled thankfully, playing with her braids with her fingers. “Thank you very much…it’s been such a long day.”
              The owl took his spectacles to clean them, and dusted them upon his sleeve. “Indeed it has, my young friend, indeed it has.”
              Daimana was near falling asleep as Samana helped her up from the table, which she was drooping over, tiredly. Hoosun arose, and breathed in, as a fresh gust of air crept in through the window.