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Ashlar was oblivious to the other man’s presence and watched the bird wing away, still smiling breathlessly at his own surprise. Surely none of the hunters and warriors of the Rise would have been startled!! But he did not mind.

Fluttering wings on a summer day, carry all of my troubles away… he mused quietly, picking out words that might go with a melody sometime. Worries away? Troubles sounded a little better, perhaps.

Sing your song to the clear blue sky, and far from troubled waters fly. Worries, then. He added the last bit softly, looking thoughtfully at a nearby tree. What else did birds do?

He enjoyed these games, even alone. Rhymes helped him to pass the time, though he sometimes got too distracted and didn’t accomplish as much as he should.