Frozen in terror she could only
watch, unable to move or think. She didn't breathe.
Reaching the orca's back, the young male mounted quickly and was
gone.
Still on the shore, Sylviana stood incredulous. The boy must have seen
it. Had he really grabbed hold of the fin, or had she just imagined it?
Her eyes detecting motion farther out, once more she beheld the
impossible pairing. This time there could be no doubt. A young boy,
perhaps twelve or thirteen, had resurfaced with his mount, a massive
killer whale. Clutching with hand and foot both the dorsal and pectoral
fins, his limbs spread spider-like against the surging torso, he rode as
if he had been born to it.
In fact, he had.
*
'Kalus!' The girl came running to the place where he stood tacitly
shaping a net, surprised he hadn't heard her shouts. He saw her but
did not immediately react, half knowing what she was going to say. She
was going to tell him she'd seen a water-child. He waited patiently,
hoping she would understand.
'Kalus,' she repeated, closer and out of breath. 'I saw
another human. . .or something that looked like one. It saw me and
dashed off to sea, on the back of a killer whale!'
'Yes. I know.'
'You saw it, too?'
'No, but I have seen them before.'
She looked him full in the face, perplexed.
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