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The Vortex swished .. rising outside .. a whirlwind moving around figg tree in the front yard of Moori's house.. she set up straight trying to calm the thoughts that followed.. the hissing softened to a cyclic twirling of dry leaves and dust around as the lower branches thumped with a rhythm .. doldrums of a subdued trance .. she stood up and walked to front window .. the moon was shining bright above in the midnight sky.. with a bluish sheen that almost appeared cold as ice..
Winter night was cold .. and she was waiting for Yajmi .. he has gone to hunt.. and hasn't come back yet.. he might perhaps be back by daybreak.. before going away he had made protective markings and have asked her not to go outside at any point during night or after dark.. .. a dull glow shone over and under the tree trunk as she kept staring for awhile.. then returned to bed..

She slept restless and woke up by daybreak.. and started up routine as soon.. the air was still and cold in the winter morning.. Yajmi will be back by any time soon.. she thought and put up the rice pot to fire and got to mix vegetables and spice to adding.. and spiced loaf.. while setting food ready by the indoor fire place then she got to cleaning and reset around.. the morning streched a little while then later noon sky flashed a sharp sun that had quite a bit edge and advance towards western stretch.. she realised suddenly.. Yajmi was going to be late perhaps till even tomorrow.. her heart fell at the thought of another long day without him.. and she made a mental note to ask his word to let her accompany him whenever he went away and wherever..

She set off .. .without lunch feeling not hungry at all.. . cleaning and retidying surroundings and the small garden in the back.. and rested waiting further.. in the afternoon .. while sitting by front porch.. working in woolen tunic  she was making for him.. the similar whirlwind that she saw previous night rose twice out the boundaries of her house on the narrow path.. once moved inside the front yard towards nearby the tree.. all which she noted surprisingly noticeable like an omen.. standing up to when the swishing pearced increasingly.. she did put all the bunch of woolen working accessories inside and came back to porch and stood beside holding one pillar.. mesmerized by the similarities and recurrence of the three twisters that rose since last night.. small cyclones yet remarkable.. she realised suddenly that it wasn't a natural progression.. it was the presence of some another superior human being.. nearby about.. or the advancing territorial presence alarm of any supreme human being... she clutched the pillar tightly and stared in the vortex unafraid refusing to hide away.. .. and was instantly caught up with it's display..

Yajmi stepped off from his mount.. trailing his horse behind with the rein in one hand and a bundle in another.. just in front the gate .. She saw him.. coming out from behind the twister as it reduced and dissolved quickly..

Moori's heart thudded erratically at his sight.. his tall frame impossed and appeared inflamed by in the reddish orange hues of setting sun.. she ran a few steps to him .. and to open the gate door.. which Yajmi had already unlatched by then.. as he stepped in walking to her..

She hugged him trying to not be weaker..

Moori: i thought you will not be back today..

Yajmi: you're trembling.. what happened.. ?

Moori: i got afraid of twister.. i thought it was mirage of some one..

Yajmi: oh.. !! That.. never be afraid of it again.. it was the pull i had (drag) set up to see you while i am gone.. which grew unexpectedly and lingered according it's own will mesmerized by your beauty.. surprising even me.. but be careful not to go near it whenever .. sweetheart..

Moori: i will be..

Once inside she prepared food while Yajmi refreshed and followed routine prayers and offering to their diety...


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