"These people want me to be a poet! I cannot even speak Yeff properly, it is more formal than other Zheien!""A poet? But Zheien study for years to gain such a position, in a Zheien colony! Oh, Bahie, this is a great honor! They liked your poetry so much?""They did not see one. What if they don't like it?" He sobbed.Eanne~ put him on his lap. "My son, recite. Let us hear your talent."His face turned very red. With a graceful wave, he held a white cloth and wiped his face.Looked up at Ni'olmai.

What joy is a brother, loyal and trueHe stands by him proudlyForgives him, and gladlyHastens to give and who knewThat love is the matter, the trade of the blue.

With the poem, he thought of hours that his brother spent in trading to get eisha for his bad headaches. It is a deep blue powder. Any trader knows common Elshar healing herbs.All the Yeff around him wept. His father smiled.D'gmiash looked down.But, Eanne~ hugged him. "O, you have talent, my son."His head snapped up. "I do?""How long did that poem take you?""Take me? I wrote it just then. Most of my poetry comes like that."People's happiness tingled on their skins and he giggled. -- from Adia, Scientist here on Wattpad