Acera sits hopelessly in the corner of the cell, oos’ head hangs weakly and does not bother to glance up when Sutaura finally returns.
She allows oos some time to be quiet and simply goes and lies on the top sleeping slab. She stares up at the ceiling, closes her eyes and after a time, begins to sing softly.
The sun will rise on a better day
or so the wisdom of old does say
though the clouds are dark, and hope is gone
I tell you now, they will move along
the rain will cease and the skies of blue
will reign victorious and break through
and we’ll see the rays of a new day
or so the wisdom of old does say
“That was beautiful,” Acera raises oos’ head and goes over to Sutaura. “What is it?”
“A song my mother used to sing to me when I was younger,” she says.
“What are these th
