My Brother Is My Best Friend by Nicole Weaver

“Our daughter! I do not think that she wishes to sleep at all tonight!”īut I know she will slumber, and soon, for the Weavers and the Sand Thief are part of the same story, and it is not very long in the telling. Her eyes sparkle mischievously, belying the exhaustion she tries so hard to hide.Ībo Limi bellows out a laugh. “And also the Thief of Sand,” Senait says, sitting up straighter in her bed. I will tell you about the Weavers, if you promise to go to sleep right after I am finished.” “But I will make a deal with you, Senait. “Your brother’s head is already in the clouds,” I say, chuckling. He rolls his eyes, but gives me an amused look. He says we are Sky People, and that our rightful place is with them, weaving the clouds.” I draw her hair away from her eyes and ask, “How do you know about them?” “It is important that you know where you come from.”īut I smile down at my daughter. “Let your ahde finish, little one,” abo Limi gently chides. She asks to hear about the Cloud Weavers instead. Matters of ancient history hold little interest for her.

Your great-grand- ahde 10 times removed came from the highlands.” Afterward, they became builders and salt traders. “Before the Great Drying swept across the land, the Afar were a nomadic people of the Horn, shepherds mainly, who kept to themselves. Tonight is the first time the temperature has been cool enough to leave the windows open, and the rooms fill with the humid aroma of the day’s harvest. “And the first to construct the towers.”Ī breeze passes in through the open door and dries the sweat on our brows. “Your great-grand- abo 10 times removed was the last of the Danakil Afar,” I say, settling back against the cushion. Fix | The Cloud Weaver’s Song by Saul Tanpepper.

My Brother Is My Best Friend by Nicole Weaver