Senses

“Can you hear me now?” Rastaban shouted.

Andrev nodded and waved his make-shift flag - a spear tied with one of Kana’s bright scarves. Then he opened his eyes and saw how far Rastaban was.

“How many fingers am I holding up?” Rastaban shouted.

Andrev signaled with his flag, saw Rastaban nod.

Kana sat on the grass beside him, idly weaving flowers into a crown. “Most people couldn’t hear or see anything at this distance,” she said. She smiled. “But you’re not most people.”

Andrev nodded and smiled back at her. For the first time, he was comfortable with himself.