By: Kaiya Irion

I am called a Whisperer; specifically Animal Whisperer. There are others, such as wind and crops, even fire. Most of us help the East Nation with our words, which convince nature to do as we say. Us Whisperers never want for work,

because the people without our abilities, called Mute, can always benefit from us. I am usually hired to speak a bull from the idea of escape out of his pasture. Or a sheep to hold still while it’s sheared. The most of the farm animals have the same voices in their kind; dull and usually obstinate. But one day I came across one animal, a crow that spoke differently. He had someone who looked out his eyes and controlled his movements. And he didn’t mind her in his head.

Her? How do I know it’s a ‘her’. Then her mind left the crow, and the crow flew away freely.