Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

"Yes," I confirmed. "I need to stay with my mother. And then I had to pull a little from this place, just like today. Maybe I should change college..."

"Why don't you?"

"Because I want to first understand what happened to me, in those two weeks. And if I left, I could not ever know".

Finally the path ended and the trees opened up to a creek, which was situated directly on the lake. Unlike many beaches you opened along the coast, though, from here you could hear the sound of small waterfalls rustle in the distance, a secret and ancient. That I knew, no one knew about that place except for me.

I went down to the first horse, and fatigue. Kerys tried to help me, but it was difficult with her still in the saddle. She, however, succeeded in a few moments.

He tied the horse to one of the trees, and then opened the bag to pull out the breakfast, rumm the lid of the

thermos and poured it into the gin of the flask.

"You know, you should not drink again. Yesterday

evening, you were already too-it shines. "It was my birthday, I can do as I want". Took a sip, then took out the slices of banana bread that I made to pack for porgermene a.

"As you wish, little fox". I raised my hands in surrender.

Thoughtfully, he put away the thermos after another sip. In spite the dawn upon us, the night was crazy stars. Some of the constellations, then, were more obvious than others. But in the

end it is when the sun is rising the sky is darker than ever.

"Why do you call me this way?" he asked, in a whisper. Almost afraid to ask that question, and yet it was clear that she wasn't afraid. "I mean, fox... I don't even have red hair".

A tremendous awareness, I sconquassò the chest to see her so curious. "There are only foxes from the red coat, you know that?" His attention was attracted to me, so I stared at the sky and taken to speak.

"The black fox, for example, is a rare variant. And you have these googly-eyes a bit dark and crafty that I can remember. And then the fox is a symbol of cu

"Is this how you see me? Sinful?"

"There," I pointed to a corner of the sky. One in particular. "That's the Ursa Major. One of its st she has the power to unite them or

separate them forever."

Kerys lifted up his eyes to heaven and say the constellation, which in that part of the hemisphere not setting ever, her lips bent in a slight manifestation of emotion.

"Sure to be a criminologist do you know"things.

"You have no idea how many strange things you'll learn, according to certain cases." "And then what?" I felt his insatiable desire for knowledge.

"What else do you know about stars?"

"Alcor is a star very weak, but it creates a binary system with Mizar, one of the most famous in the sky. Together, their names mean the knight and his horse. It is said that in the age of the sumerian Alcor has increased for a certain period, the brightness of more than two magnitudes, bringing the slay with his glory Mizar, which has always been the most brilliant. But no one has yet managed to find a reason astrophysics behind this phenomenon. Simply, had chosen which was to shine a bit more, against every law of physics of the universe".

"And all this makes you think of me?" He was in the prime of his self-centeredness, under my attention.

"There is more..."

"Now I'm even more curious".

" Revontulet. Fox fires... that's how they call the

lights of the aurora borealis in Finland".

"I would like to, you know... to see the the aurora borealis one day. The three years that I live here,

and never happened". "To be a who believes he is dead you have a lot of dreams. "You and me make them come." She lay down on the grass to watch the sky, his irises dreaming were two petals of periwinkle.

"And you? What is the fire that brings you inside?" "We are here to take us some time before you return to reality, right?" This was not the response he was hoping to hear, I understood him by the way in which nodded disconsolate. "Don't ruin everything right now".

Then he turned to look at the big Dipper and its star that fioccava little light. We stood in silence for a while, listening to nature and the beat erratically in our hearts and to finish eating our breakfast.

Soon a glimmer began to lighten the sky, reminding us that our time was ru

"Now, talking about serious things". I studied it very carefully, interrupting the silence that had rocked up to that time. "When is your birthday?"

"You are interested to know?"

"Of course, you know when is my. For professional correctness, now you have to tell me yours."

"The professional integrity between us went

by the wayside a little bit, don't you think?"

"Don't change the subject," me again instantly.

"The twenty-one December," I confessed.

"The winter solstice..."

"just another day".

"I'm something poetic, you are not?"

"Poetic or not, is my favorite day". I just talked with her about everything, but this was a detail that sooner or later he would have found out. She did not insist.

"Anyway, it's beautiful here." Surrounded, the knees with the arms, and looked around, the sun had blinded me, almost all the stars and the birds had taken to chirp in the background. "How have you discovered?"

I was torn on to tell her the truth. In the end, I decided to try to let me in. There was nothing of which to be ashamed. "One day I woke up here."

"The handcuffs..." he muttered unconsciously, crumpling the package of banana bread, and then lick your fingers one by one. It was amazing how little, enough to awak me.

"Fortunately,

the me sleepwalker knows how to ride, and Sleipnir has helped me rediscover the way of return".

"How did this happens?"

"I... it happens to me from when I was a teenager. But for many years I was more happened, until I became a criminologist and I came to work here."

"Perhaps it is your job that will not let you sleep".

"Yes... A lock of hair escaped from her from the rest of the mane, and instinctively raised my hand to grab it and rimettergliela behind the ear.

"I'm afraid that it's the fault of the job."

"Then you should trovartene another, a more peaceful, you

know?" "Type?"

"I don't know... what good are you to do?" Aggrottai the opposite, but before I could respond, a stabbing pain

, I pierced the arm. "Fuck," imprecai. "The wound".

"This happens when you do the romantic," he said, looking around. "Can you give me a hand?", I tried to sfilarmi the sweater only to see that everything was in place, but I felt that if I moved the arm, I would have risked worsening the situation.

So she, as if nothing had happened, he overcame the distance separating us and sat astride on my legs. "Come

here," he ordered me, inviting me to remove the back from the trunk. With kindness to me, he slipped off the sweater, and, once on the ground, he set out to look at my arm.