Haru had already been in Sabnforan for three days. The air above the tiled roofs of the city shimmered with heat and everyone longed for rain.
The gaze of the young falconers wandered out of the window of his room over a jumble of buildings to the outer wall to the forests and distant mountains that were blurred on the horizon. In the past two years he and his Marvenfalke Rihscha had toured many of the picturesque regions of Nymath in the service of various clients and yet he was always overwhelmed by the sight of the mountains. Perhaps they fascinated him all the more because Rihscha comes from the peaks of the mountains. Especially recently, Haru had the feeling that the relationship between him and his wild hawk was strengthened a lot.
The young falconer closed his eyes and mentally banished himself with Rihscha. He saw Sovort with his eyes and experienced the feeling of flying. It was as natural to him now as breathing, and the transition from one state to the other was as easy as singing a familiar song.
The falcon had flown down to the harbor and was doing one of his favorite things to do. He drifted in the gentle breeze that brushed the surface of the sea, watching his shadow on the waves and looking for a cirlim, the streamlined one. gray-blue fish that likes to accompany the ships and keep an eye out for delicacies. Haruka was very fond of these wondrous animals.
Haru cut the connection with Rihscha and sighed. The image of Haruka formed clearly before his eyes. She was short and slim. Her fine features belied her ability to resist. He remembered her cheeky smile and the way she tilted her head to hide her sensitivity and deep knowledge. How often had he thought of her in the last few days! He had been so sick that the young Wunanad Amazon would meet him when he returned to the city.That she left without leaving a message hit him hard. Did he say or do something that upset her? It was true that he could hardly see her in the last two as he would have liked. But shouldn't she have known that he rarely had the opportunity to travel to Sanforan? Have her feelings for him changed? After all, she was still young.
Haru suffered from the disappointment of not having met her, and the longer he thought about it, the more he felt that she was deliberately avoiding him.
He gave himself a jerk. There was no point sitting around idly in this room and staring out the window. Kurt resolutely he left the house and made his way to the falcon hall. Perhaps he would meet the falcon master there.

Searing heat enveloped him as he walked steadily across the deserted square, past the proud statue of a falconer with his lofty wild falcon on his fist. The sandy ground was dry and every step raised small clouds of dust.
Silence lay over the inner city. Only the crickets chirped evenly. Those who could not escape the heat in the summer months rested in the shade after lunch.
Haru was getting too hot too, and he ran faster to reach the cool walls of the Falcon Hall. The soft light inside the building and the familiar smell of the hawks. that hung in the air suddenly brightened his mood. The falcon hall and especially the hatchery exude a very special atmosphere. Here on the large round stone table in the middle, many hopeful young men gathered year after year in spring, waiting with pounding hearts and barely daring to breathe. They prayed to be chosen by the hatching hawk chicks. After their training they want to go on the mystical trail with them and see like the falconers of Nymath with the eyes of their falcons. No teaching, no amount of targeted exercise could actually prepare a young man for this unique moment.Haru's first encounter with the hawk chick had been completely different. He had entered into the union with Rihscha quite unexpectedly in the modest hut in which he grew up with his mother by the river. Until that crucial moment he didn't even know that his father, whom he had never met, was a falconer. Nevertheless, he could imagine how indescribably exciting the experience of being selected must have been for his father, his friends Daisuke, Yukito, toya and many others who had been at the heart of falconry. - The joy and the pride - Knowing about a future that seemed so promising. But he was also able to empathize with the grief that his friend Shaoran and his teacher Tomoeda must have experienced, who were not allowed to join the hawk.
“Is that you Haru?” Master Yue tore him from his thoughts. It was amazing that Yue always knew who was approaching the Falcon Hall.
"Yes, it's me," he replied with a smile in his voice. "But you really have to tell me how you know ..."
"I have ears, don't I?" returned the man. "A person's steps are as distinct as their voices. They can be heard clearly and just as easily and clearly seen." Haru shook his head, "for some people maybe ..." he said with a grin.