<strong>Shima</strong>watching the tree moving.<br/><br/>Shima watched as everyone moved the tree.  She had been thoughtful of what Jerome had said, of the people that helped.  She had settled herself on a rock.  It wasn't that she was lazy, something told her she could have been right there with them, perhaps have done more but that if she did, things would change.  She went with her gut feeling and let the others have a care with the tree.  Her silver eyes turned skyward and she smiled as the roaring cries filled the air and her smile broadened as Jerome made his announcement.  Nothing was more wonderful than the birth of a child.  She stood on the rock and lifted her arms to the sky and between her outstretched palm a silvery ball of light appeared.  She released it and it sped skyward.<br/><br/>Though the sun was setting, in the portion of sky that grew in twilight, a set of stars burned brighter.  She smiled at the constellation.  A good sign and a blessing.  Shima was pleased with her handiwork and she thought....a sudden pain pierced between her brow and she rubbed at her temples.  Why was it so hard for her to remember.  No matter.<br/><br/>"A numei sayadeen Ursa, kei sholai.  A new leader of bear is born,"  she said, and the wind blew, lifting her silvery hair.  She lithely jumped down from the rock, twirling once, her laughter chiming like bells.  "We should celebrate."