The smallest singer
Wind on Fire fan Fic
Chapter One
A gift for Ira
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Mist sat next to the fire. He was getting old now. His dark grey coat littered with streaks of little grey lines. His children played happily on the mat all but one. The smallest of the pack, Aria, sat near her father. She had a coat of silky black fur and had liked to listen to the stories her father told; of how he helped Bowman and about the singer people and how he flew.
When her brothers and sisters where taken to new homes she spent more time with the youngest of the children in the house, the little boy. Like his father the small boy could understand her thoughts and responded to them in his own way.
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Aria sat on the big comfy bed, digging her claws in to the blanket to make herself comfy to sit. She spent a lot of time in this since room since Mist had died.
"Aria have you seen by book?" Ira asked the cat as he pulled out draws in search of it.
Silly humans, she thought, always losing things.
Aria yawned and rested her head on her paws and the boy looked for his book. Taking no notice of his mumblings.
Ira gave up and sat down on the bed next to the black cat. He stroked her glossy coat, thinking how empty the house was now that Falcon had finally got married like Siri. Both his sisters were now happily married
"Ira!" He heard someone call then a knock at his door. "Its me dad, can I come in?"
Ira got up and opened the door.
"A package came for you to day, from Falcon. Your mother has it up in the reading room if you…" Bowman stopped taking as he watched his son race down the hallway towards the reading room.
Bowman chuckled and leaned over to shut the bedroom door.
"I hope your not planning to keep me locked in hear during dinner."
"So I guess your hungry then." Bowman said walking towards the big double bed.
"Yes I am." The cat said stretching out the kinks in her coat.
"Why didn't you ask Ira to feed you then?" Bowman asked knowing how close the two where.
"I was sleeping." The cat said.
Bowman just chuckled and picked the cat up. She reminded him of Mist, and bowman sighed missing his old friend.
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Ira ran all the way to the reading room and arrived out of breath. Opening the door her ran over to his mother who was sitting in the window a book in her hand.
"Hello." Ira said cheerfully
"Hello" Sisi chuckled, seeing him slightly flushed from running.
"Dad said a parcel came for me from Falcon."
Sisi nodded and put her book down. "Here you go." She hand handing him the small package next to her.
Ira's face lit up when he saw the package and gladly took it.
"Thank you" he said as he skipped out of the room back to his own.
Sisi smiled and watched him go. She picked up her book as her other hand ran over the scars on her cheeks reminding her how lucky she was.
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Ira ran back to his room holding the small package close.
"Aria?" he called softly opening his door to see if the cat was still in there. Sighing he walked in and sat on the bed, putting the small box in front of him. He already knew what it was. Falcon had promised to send it to him once she was settled to remind him of all the fun they shared together. He remembered the day she carved the small wooded statue on a visit to his aunt.
He opened the small box and help the small carved wooded figure in his hands. Running a finger over the smooth wood. A smaller version of the real thing, that was unable to sing, but it held all his memories. His own miniature wind singer.
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A/N: Hello hope you like it. I'll try and update as soon as I can. :-) I wanted to do a fan fic about Bowman but I changed my mind and chose his son instead.