(I like it read to me)
His memory as a child kept playing. He sensed a presence. A person. A spirit of a man. He saw the image of a man with long black hair, streaked with silver. He was aged but strong. It was his grandfather. She was seeing the spirit of her father shining through his own eyes. He understood this without her speaking the words. She looked into him for a long moment and then closed her eyes, pressing her head against his. He closed his eyes.
That is when he saw them. Inside his thoughts he saw men and women with long dark hair, as raven black as his mother’s, dancing around a brilliant fire on a hill under a dark sky with a crescent moon floating near the ridgeline. One of them, the man, the leader of the dancers stopped dancing and looked back at him. The man nodded. He was looking at little Bran in his vision.
His eyes sprung open in surprise.
"Mama, I saw dancers around a fire!"
"I know. I did too," she calmly replied as she opened her eyes.
"Who are they?"
“They are our ancestors.”
"Why are they here?"
"They wanted to meet you. You are their great-grandson."
"One of them saw me."
"I know. That was your grandfather. My father." She smiled.
She ran her fingers across his forehead moving his dark hair from his eyes.
"Can everyone see their ancestors?"
“Only some can see.”
“Why did I see them?”
“The Great Mystery was saying hello.” She smiled.
The Great Mystery was his mother's peoples way of saying Creator of Everything. The Divine Mother. The Great White Spirit. Later, he termed this awareness as The Great Arranger as in the one who arranges meetings between friends.
This entire memory passed through his thoughts as he stood looking at Estella on this beautiful sunny morning. She had that effect on him. He felt she was the gatekeeper into a wild and yet benevolent world.
In fact, every time he looked into Estella's eyes, he felt the Great Arranger was greeting him again, and again, and again. Her eyes were as those blue flames floating over the blanket of white snow. Everything about her did this to him. Her crystal blue eyes, her smooth strands of hair, the sound of her voice, and the way she rotated her body to look at him fully caused a warm fire to burn inside his chest.
She had become a part of his thoughts so much so that he found it hard to believe they had met only one cycle of the moon ago.
Yet, when he looked into her eyes, he sensed that he had known her much longer than 30 days.