ANAHITA
Hour by hour
May we two stand
May we two stand
Torchlight and jovial chatter broke through in waves, finding its way to her from between the tree trunks.
Anahita stood leaning against a birch tree, bathed in the last strands of orange light offered by the dimming sun, quiet as a shadow, lost in thought. She watched the procession winding from the well-trodden dirt road into a forest trail. A merry group of villagers on their way to visit their neighbors across the wood. Friends, spouses and neighbors, a loose dog or two and lively children milling between them. The season of the harvest has begun, a time of toil and a time of merriment.
Ana's long dress stirred in the evening breeze and she pulled a wine-red shawl tighter around her shoulders. So many things had changed shape, the very continent reformed, but this... was familiar.
Anahita stood leaning against a birch tree, bathed in the last strands of orange light offered by the dimming sun, quiet as a shadow, lost in thought. She watched the procession winding from the well-trodden dirt road into a forest trail. A merry group of villagers on their way to visit their neighbors across the wood. Friends, spouses and neighbors, a loose dog or two and lively children milling between them. The season of the harvest has begun, a time of toil and a time of merriment.
Ana's long dress stirred in the evening breeze and she pulled a wine-red shawl tighter around her shoulders. So many things had changed shape, the very continent reformed, but this... was familiar.
When we're dead
Between these lands
Between these lands
