Over the next few moons, the clouds dripped at star-rise and star-set. The channels flowed and those who remained in the village agreed to use the Mer’s seeds this spring. We made long rows for each variety and placed them carefully in the ground. They grew fast in the special air and rain.
Spring turned to summer, and back again. We sowed over and over again beneath the velvety clouds. Color guarded every nook of the market. From the food we harvested, to the patches of flowers and channels flowing with crystal water, strength blossomed into life.
The village had grown into elysian fields as far as we could see. People travelled from distant lands to see the tall crops and listen to the consuming harmony as it echoed through the land. Busy hands cleared the dust from the old huts and worked hard to build new ones. Herds of uruses roamed the tall grasses between the market and the edge of the forest.
I could see everything.
Mother walked the fields at night telling the newcomers about the Mer and how to keep the crystal water and air. Each night, the children found time to gather together and sing, just like we did before. The town was at peace. The land teemed with life. Thoughts collected into smiles. I even caught Lulu and Mother laughing together from time to time.
When all the pots were full of harvest, the whole village gathered near the thriving acacia trees and danced around the fire. Lulu provided an abundance of milk and honey. The surrounding harmony kept us in unison as everyone gave thanks to the Steward, who sowed more fuzzy seeds on the brightest star.
