Fakir sat crouched over his paper, writing with only lamplight to guide his hand. He pushed strands of hair behind his ear as his writing hand slowed down. Suddenly, he stopped, crumpling up the sheet of paper with his free hand. With a grunt he tossed it into a square bin that sat by the opposite wall a few feet away from him. "It's still not working," he whispered as he began writing over again on a new blank page.
"Quack?" came a sleepy response from the foot of his bed. Duck looked at Fakir with worried eyes, even as her eyelids drooped. "Quack quack quack."
"Yes, Duck, I know I need sleep," Fakir replied. He continued writing.
"Quack
Feathers
Ahiru wobbled, reaching over from a stool to get a small box. This box had been something she'd had for a long time. It didn't look like much, but it had all of her prized positions in it. She sighed, she couldn't reach it. She'd practically tossed it up there so no one else would be able to get it, and now she couldn't either. Sighing again she stepped down and gazed around for a taller stool.
"Darn. This is the tallest one we have " She moped to herself "a well." She turned around, and quacked in surprise as Fakir was standing right behind her.
"And why do you need a taller stool exactly?" Ahiru, tapping her fingers nervou
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Chapter 5 In the Twilight
Feathers
Wrapped in the comforting warmth, Ahiru and Fakir had fallen asleep, lulled by the soft cackling of the dancing flames. Fakir slept with his arms tight around little Ahiru, and she rested her head on one of his arms; the blanket enfolding them in its cozy embrace.
Whilst the two slept inside of the cave, the storm raged on, expanding its reach from the lake towards Kinkan town, and night extended her reach. The grey clouds blocked out even the moon and stars. The only light in the woods was the fire.
Soon, there wasn't even that.
When their fire died, the two sleeping figures only held tigh