Notes Of Destiny 6
(Anything Your Heart Is Set On)
The sun was setting in the West
When Papa and Windy left.
The Fairwood Festival was not far,
And they were quick to be wary of theft.
The Festival could be rough
Once the sun had set.
And the air hummed silently
With the lingering threat.
Windy wound her way
Through the thinning crowds,
She made her way to the market square,
Where slave trade was allowed.
She found the Pirateâs simple stall,
And pointed at the young man sheâd seen.
Papa Bog looked at him, and the pirates.
He didnât look that keen.
Papa: âWindy, what do you think youâre doing?
I told you we canât feed him.â
Windy: âYou said whatever my heart is set on.
Canât you see his situation is grim?
Iâll feed him with my own food portion.
If it comes down to that.
Iâll nurse him back to perfect health!â
Papa: âYet another brat!â
Windy frowned and made to leave,
But Papaâs hand met her shoulder.
Papa: âFor now you may take care of him.
Iâve seen you grow somehow⊠Bolder.
Windy, you are one of my youngest ones,
But your compassion knows no age.
I will buy the boy for you.
He will be your page.â
Papa then set negotiating,
For the young manâs release.
The fact that theyâd attacked his home,
Made the talking brief.
Papa Bog bought him for next to nothing.
And the three of them went home.
And for the first time in Windyâs admittedly short life,
She felt she wasnât alone.
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