Clum peered out over the waters of Lake Sirencio. “There’s no sign. None. Whatsoever.”
Anlagga walked to stand beside him on the shore, handing him a small brown satchel. “Try using these.”
Clum carefully took out the magnifying glasses, set them to maximum zoom, and put them on over his eyes, the rubber strap a little too tight for his larger than average sized head. He handed the satchel back to his wife, complaining about not really needing them. Nevertheless, he continued looking out over the misty scene in front of him. “There! Over on the far side! There’s a whole confusion of them!”
“A confusion!” Anlagga reached for her magnispex, hastily putting them on. “Oh, how beautiful. How lucky are we to see that… on Swanday as well.” She pointed towards the centre of the confusion of camouflaged swans, adding, “There, in the centre, it’s Raydo! He’s looking at us!”
“He’s looking this way, dear, but not at us…” Clum’s voice tailed off as he watched the young carnelian swan swim out from the group before taking off in flight in their direction. He was followed by a pinkneck and three cygnets.
It took less than two minutes for the five swans to reach them.
“He remembers us… after five years!” Anlagga wiped away a tear from her eye as she removed her spex.
The rescue swan, and his family, stayed with the couple who’d saved him for several hours before returning to the confusion on the far shore.
Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, a magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr. To write up to 250 words using a photo prompt.
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