Feather Starship

A tale of the girl who wants to fly
to the stars

A lyrical and fantastical story

by Artifex Verbum
author@featherstarship.com
© featherstarship.com

 

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Feather Starship

A gentle breath of wind was all it took, a gift of Nebhis on her cloudy throne. Odji looked at the sky. If Nebhis were there, she was hidden in the soft, golden glow of the dawn.

Domos
and nearby areas.

The raindrops fell there on the mountain tops, little trickles combining into streams, streams collecting into boat-plied tributaries, and then tributaries joining into the one great river, the Dānu. She followed the teeming waters as they swept past to the falls where the Dānu fell on its way to, to where? To wherever rivers go, she supposed. It was beyond even her dreams.

Starship

La la la Do la Do la Re
la La la Do la Sol sol La
La la Do la Do la Re
La la la Do do la Sol sol Ti
​La la Do la Sol sol La
 


​Dānu  

​A traveler once asked of the ferryman,
​"Where does the great river Dānu end?" 
And this is how the ferryman answered him.

Dolly

Dolly’s earliest memories were of Mother sewing as she stitched Dolly’s eyes, giving her a mother’s gift — the sight of the beauty and sorrow and wonder of the world.

Hero

In their world, the people are ​very, very small. Or rather, the people are just the right size, ​but everything else is very, very big
​— especially the crow.
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