“X-intercept should be here, Prophet.”
“Are you sure?”
“I think so.”
The Child looked out over the water; gentle waves were hitting her from behind her.
“The horizontal line of the x-axis is moving towards minus.”
“Which way does Mr. Whale want to move, Child?”
“In that direction, Prophet.”
“And Mr. Eagle?”
“He should be enjoying his gliding with the wind.”
“And is he?”
“It doesn’t look like it.”
“So, is your x coordinates correctly ordered, Child?”
“But everything seems right.”
“You think we’re heading wrongly?”
“What do you think?”
“The sea is calm. I could sleep for ages on the lily pad.”
“Do you want to sleep for ages, Child?”
“You know I don’t.”
“So, what is your x-intercept?”
The Child closed her eyes and mentally checked the x-coordinates. She saw the route she was going would make her miss the x-intercept. Opening her eyes, she looked at The Prophet.
“X-intercept moves against the wind,” She said solemnly.
“Say goodbye to your friends. They need the contrary winds to rise and fly and go out into the deep.”
Suddenly, the lily pad turned against the wind and placed The Child on the water.
“Go, lily pad. Take care. I’ll see you around the bend,” She said, standing up.
“Gaaaak, Mr. Eagle, fly. Don’t forget me. See you around the bend.”
She looked at Mr. Whale and then climbed on his back and her tears flowed. He was her very first friend.
“I love you, Mr. Whale. You’re so special. Don’t forget to meet me around the bend.” And she hugged his body so far as her arms could reach.
“What now, Prophet?”
“We’ve got a two days journey ahead of us, Child.”
“I’ll meet you around the bend.”