Bing Gananda watched the sun rising from her perch on a low twisted limb. The leaves fluttered in the breeze as she looked out over the bay. She would slip back into the coolness under the trees before the heat of the day. She was not a creature of the day. But she did like to watch the sun rising out of the sea, here at the Morning End of the world. And she liked the openness, the wide spaces over the beaches and the sea. It was so different from the shadowy world at the mountain's feet.
The wind pushed her dark hair across her eyes as she watched the seabirds foraging on the beach below. As she pulled it back she noticed something strange out on the sea. It seemed to be neither in the sea, like the dolphins, nor in the sky, like the seabirds. But it was somehow held between, as if the sea were like the land, and one could walk on it.
The sun was behind it now. As it drew slowly closer, Bing thought it looked a bit like trees, covered with the webs the spiders spun in the night. As she watched, it moved slowly into the cove below her.
Bing Gananda had always been a curious one, but she was also a wary one. She remained hidden and watched. She could see something moving in it, or on it. She wasn't sure which. For now the sun was rising higher, and the light was bright, and glaring off of the water. It was time to go to bed.
Bing spoke a soft, trilling word, and Pandurina came to her. She dropped from her perch and stroked the thick fur of the cat like creature. Then she climbed onto her back, and held tight with her arms and legs as they disappeared into the jungle.
*Bing Gananda may also be found in the sidebar, at the right.
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