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and you will stay out of trouble and out of sight." Maria Pia made it a decree.
Nicoletta allowed her smile to reach her dark eyes, lighting her face. "Ketsia will watch over me while I rest.'"
Ketsia nodded solemnly, pleased with the responsibility. She straightened her shoulders and looked quite proud. Nicoletta and the little girl watched Maria Pia begin the trek down the mountain.
Nicoletta put an arm around Ketsia's shoulders. "I wanted to look at a patch of plants I moved from the far side of the mountain. Sometimes if I move them from below, they struggle with the new elements, at first, and I must instruct them how to grow."
Ketsia's small mouth formed an O. "You talk to plants?" She looked around to make certain they were alone. Talking to plants didn't sound like something Maria Pia would approve of.
"Of course. Some of them like me to sing to them." Nicoletta winked at Ketsia. "Like this." She hummed softly, then tried to yodel.
Ketsia dissolved into a fit of giggles. "I knew you did not really talk to plants." She skipped to keep up Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
with Nicoletta. She had to stop once to pick up the shoes that slipped from Nicoletta's hands onto the path winding up the hill.
The ocean came into view far below them. The deep blue sea was breaking on the rocks in plumes of white foam. Nicoletta paused to look at the breathtakingly beautiful vista. "You see this, Ketsia? This is what life is about. Not being closed up inside, but free like the birds all around us."
"Nicoletta, do not go too close to the edge," Ketsia scolded, mimicking Maria Pia almost perfectly.
"You could fall." She tugged at the wide skirt until Nicoletta reluctantly moved away from the cliff's edge, smiling at the little girl taking her job so seriously.
Nicoletta loved her life and loved the children who often followed her as she roamed the mountains and valleys in search of the rare, precious plants she needed. She had endless patience, finding the children to be great company on her excursions. And her guardianship of the little ones aided the women in the village while they were tending the sheep or weaving cloth.
Ketsia and Nicoletta spent the next couple of hours with their hands buried deep in the rich soil.
Nicoletta did talk to her plants, her soft, crooning, murmurings often making E
Ketsia laugh helplessly. She nurtured and encouraged the drooping stalks. For some she added mixtures into the soil; others she left alone. Ketsia observed her closely, unable to discern exactly what she was doing. Although they both laughed about it, Ketsia was clever enough to know that something she couldn't see or understand was happening. The plants really did seem to respond to Nicoletta's voice and ministrations. And sometimes she did sing to them, her beautiful voice rising on the wind.
Overhead a dark-winged bird swooped low over the pair. Nicoletta lifted her head to look at the raven, a faint frown on her face. She stood up slowly, moving away from the plants to turn her attention to the wind. It whispered continually to those who could interpret it's murmurings. She stiffened slightly and caught at Ketsia's shoulder. Very quietly she put a finger over her lips to signal to the child to be quiet.
"Stay right here, piccola. Do not move until I come back for you."
Ketsia's eyes widened, but she nodded dutifully. No one would ever really want to defy Nicoletta. She could heal the sick; she could do things no one talked openly about. Obediently, Ketsia sank into the bushes and remained as still as a stone.
Nicoletta went back toward the cliffs, moving quickly, every sense alert. Far below she could see the figure of man moving in a furtive manner, skulking from bush to boulder, his body bent as if seeking to hide. She scanned the cove, could see no other movement, but knew something was not right. Her heart began to beat fast. The sun was beginning to set, staining the sky
Nicoletta allowed her smile to reach her dark eyes, lighting her face. "Ketsia will watch over me while I rest.'"
Ketsia nodded solemnly, pleased with the responsibility. She straightened her shoulders and looked quite proud. Nicoletta and the little girl watched Maria Pia begin the trek down the mountain.
Nicoletta put an arm around Ketsia's shoulders. "I wanted to look at a patch of plants I moved from the far side of the mountain. Sometimes if I move them from below, they struggle with the new elements, at first, and I must instruct them how to grow."
Ketsia's small mouth formed an O. "You talk to plants?" She looked around to make certain they were alone. Talking to plants didn't sound like something Maria Pia would approve of.
"Of course. Some of them like me to sing to them." Nicoletta winked at Ketsia. "Like this." She hummed softly, then tried to yodel.
Ketsia dissolved into a fit of giggles. "I knew you did not really talk to plants." She skipped to keep up Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
with Nicoletta. She had to stop once to pick up the shoes that slipped from Nicoletta's hands onto the path winding up the hill.
The ocean came into view far below them. The deep blue sea was breaking on the rocks in plumes of white foam. Nicoletta paused to look at the breathtakingly beautiful vista. "You see this, Ketsia? This is what life is about. Not being closed up inside, but free like the birds all around us."
"Nicoletta, do not go too close to the edge," Ketsia scolded, mimicking Maria Pia almost perfectly.
"You could fall." She tugged at the wide skirt until Nicoletta reluctantly moved away from the cliff's edge, smiling at the little girl taking her job so seriously.
Nicoletta loved her life and loved the children who often followed her as she roamed the mountains and valleys in search of the rare, precious plants she needed. She had endless patience, finding the children to be great company on her excursions. And her guardianship of the little ones aided the women in the village while they were tending the sheep or weaving cloth.
Ketsia and Nicoletta spent the next couple of hours with their hands buried deep in the rich soil.
Nicoletta did talk to her plants, her soft, crooning, murmurings often making E
Ketsia laugh helplessly. She nurtured and encouraged the drooping stalks. For some she added mixtures into the soil; others she left alone. Ketsia observed her closely, unable to discern exactly what she was doing. Although they both laughed about it, Ketsia was clever enough to know that something she couldn't see or understand was happening. The plants really did seem to respond to Nicoletta's voice and ministrations. And sometimes she did sing to them, her beautiful voice rising on the wind.
Overhead a dark-winged bird swooped low over the pair. Nicoletta lifted her head to look at the raven, a faint frown on her face. She stood up slowly, moving away from the plants to turn her attention to the wind. It whispered continually to those who could interpret it's murmurings. She stiffened slightly and caught at Ketsia's shoulder. Very quietly she put a finger over her lips to signal to the child to be quiet.
"Stay right here, piccola. Do not move until I come back for you."
Ketsia's eyes widened, but she nodded dutifully. No one would ever really want to defy Nicoletta. She could heal the sick; she could do things no one talked openly about. Obediently, Ketsia sank into the bushes and remained as still as a stone.
Nicoletta went back toward the cliffs, moving quickly, every sense alert. Far below she could see the figure of man moving in a furtive manner, skulking from bush to boulder, his body bent as if seeking to hide. She scanned the cove, could see no other movement, but knew something was not right. Her heart began to beat fast. The sun was beginning to set, staining the sky
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