From Teru’s perspective, all of it had happened like a storm coming in, racing through the valley with the stages of approaching wind and rain. She had been sitting with Kebede when the dragons started acting strangely. They were wheeling high above the lake and they began to swoop and dive and swoop and dive until they were an undulating glimmer of color and light.
"What’s happening? What are the Efraimu doing?" Kebede asked. He turned his face toward the distant lake. Teru cursed her missing voice— she wanted to speak to him so badly. She touched his face.
“Write it for the children,” he suggested. “They can read it for you. I can feel a shift in the Efraimu, what do they look like?"
Teru looked at the tall girl.
Tell him she wrote, on her paper.
Tell him "They are flying, faster an
