Heather Harne can be found wandering in various places on the island, hands dancing through the air as if plucking something free, or twisting some unseen fibers into a yarn. And sometimes -- for those who follow her for a while, or for those who see the truth of things as a matter of course -- one might observe an oddity.
Morning mist spinning downward upon itself, as though winding on a drop spindle, ghost silver and pearl white -- and Heather folds it end over end before pinching it between her fingers and quickly winding it into a ball. Then she flicks her wrist, tossing the unearthly material upward to vanish in midair.
Water from the hot springs hanging in the air after Heather splashes it upward, revealing colors from dissolved minerals as she pulls the scattered water further apart, spiraling and filling with bubbles and somehow solidifying into threads as she twirls her fingers. She combs those threads and blends the colors, and then they vanish just the same -- with a little patter of water droplets back into the spring to mark the passing.
Heather braids autumn-colored leaves into her fire-bright hair, and later when she combs out the loose bits of hair they have taken on the colors of the leaves.
At other times, she can be seen swimming in the surf. Every so often Heather walks out of the surf and sits on a rock above the tide-line, sorting through a handful of tiny, blue-black mussel pearls. Or perhaps she has to clean a bite on her leg, and work loose a needle-sharp fish tooth or two.
If she notices someone collecting shells on the beach, she might call out to them and offer some of those pearls in trade. Sometimes she finds what she is looking for -- though she never tells what it is exactly -- and other times, she simply gifts the person with her own find of the day.
What in the world is she doing? Perhaps she will explain, if she thinks she can trust you, or if she thinks you might be able to help.
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