...about a girl named Zia
"From the moment I was born, I knew that I would save the world."
Epiphany
It was a girl just past a low grassy crest, a little older than I and likewise with a herd of geese. But wheras I was wearing my most coarse clothes, ready for a day in the felds and among the geese, she wore a delicate white dress that seemed impossible on the earth. She looked as if she might be more in place in the sky, which matched her blue, blue eyes, so different from my brown, and the tiny blue flowers of the chain that dangled from one hand. Her hair, too, seemed impossible. Mine was brown and straight and barely past my shoulders, tied back to keep it out of my face. Her hair was curly and loose, shining ina red-blonde rippled wave down her back. Her skin was much paler than mine, but she had obviously been out in the sun with her geese many times before. The geese restlessly plucked at her hem and the ends of her hair, but she stood serenely, waving."
and Roun.
"A man or boy lifted his hat off his head and waved at us... As he came closer, we saw he was perhaps a little older than I, and not even quite as old as Epiphany. He wore bright clothes like those of any man in town, and I was suddenly aware of how strange Epiphany and I must look, she in an insubstantial white dress and I in the patched clothes of all simple girls. I was ponderous and did not even smile at him, but he seemed completely at ease as he walked up to us two standing girls.
I wondered how his hat stayed on his head if he cocked his head to the side. And the hat fell off. As he bent to pick it up, smiling apologetically, I could see that his black hair, long enough to frame his face, was run through with one white streak... He raised his head and the streak was hidden among the rest of his hair, almost forgotten behind his smiling face and smiling eyes."
There is magic,
And a story,
A lot of symbolism, none of which I will help you figure out,
"I thought that I caught a flashing hand signal from Roun. The word "truly" sprang forth from Epiphany's lips in a bubble of sound that floated upwards, splitting into three bubbles, then six. Both Epiphany and I opened our eyes wide as the bubbles surrounded us, swaying up and down in a delicate dance. The bubbles popped- a sextuple echo of "truly" rang softly in the air, and from each a tiny skyflower fell. One floated down in front of me, and as I caught it, it turned into nothing."
If you want to find out more, go on, to read and discuss Skyflower Life!