This is my first Wind singer fic that I actually like and that has been viewed by the public so I hope you enjoy it! It's mostly about 15 year old falcon but her family comes into it a lot, as do many well known characters and a few new ones. Please review and tell me what you think, likes and dislikes and if you would like me to continue it.

Thanks, Thayx

p.s. I do not own any of the WOF characters, they are the creation of William Nicholson, any other characters that are not mentioned in the book however are mine.

Falcon sat on the grass in the middle of the stone circle, which marked her grandmothers grave, and plaited grass stalks dreamily. She was 15 now and was the mirror of her mother except for the short cut of her hair, which she was told was similar to how her Aunt Kestrel had it, though she had never seen her. Fal, as she liked to be called sang melodically, there were no words but the rise and fall of her voice echoed the thin breeze playing through the trees. She sighed and stopped, watching the preparations for the upcoming wedding take place over by the docks which she had arrived at, along with her family, the day before.

"Will I ever find someone grandmother?"

She asked but the waving grass and the gentle whistling of the breeze were her only answer. She sighed again and touched her brow, sometimes when she was alone and she concentrated she could feel warmness on her brow and she had caught a glimpse of a glowing symbol in a mirror once. She smiled and shook her head.

I must be crazy she thought glowing symbols and magic.

"Fal?"

A Young voice questioned from beyond the circle.

"I'm here Ira."

A young boy with tousled sandy brown emerged from behind a stone and sat on the grass beside her. She put an arm around him and pointed to the people scurrying about in the distance.

"Look, it's the wedding today."

"Do you think the Wind singer will work?"

Fal frowned at the wooden structure on the horizon; it had broken down and got stuck the previous day.

" Da'll throw a fit if it isn't, him and uncle Mumpo were up all night adjusting that infernal thing"

"How do you know?"

"I couldn't sleep so I came to talk to grandma."

"You know your not allowed out at night."

"Well no one's gonna tell ma or da are they?"

The young boy sighed

"No"
"Good"

She got to her feet,

"Now come on, there are things to do"

She helped her 11-year-old brother to his feet and they raced to the nearby house.

They burst through the kitchen door and collided with someone. All three of them came crashing to the ground. A disgruntled looking Siri blew her hair out of her face.

"There you are, I was just coming to get you, and da wants you both."

She got up, dusted off her dress and pointed to the doorway, which lead to the living room. The two got up and, slowly and more gracefully strode to the doorway; shoulder-to-shoulder they wedged themselves into the doorframe. They moaned at each other and wriggled around in an effort to get themselves free, after more pushing they both tumbled through and strode into the living room.

The 17 year old Johdila Sirharani, or as she preferred to be called, Siri smiled and shook her head disbelievingly.

Those two..