You're so cold
but you feel alive
Glad for the silence, she saved her words for the shrine, for the offering and the little ritual. Recalling what Wessex had said about the Fae tradition, she followed Amun's promt and set the little bowl down onto the rock. The air shimmered with the refractured light as facets caught the sun and spread it about. Far more suitable than it might have been on some dusty shelf in a sitting room, Maea nodded to him and focused her attention on the bowl, on the sky, on the bright sun overhead.
"An offering that the sun might last, that the light might stay, that the longest night might come no more," she added. As was her habit whenever she prayed, Maea took a moment to consider the things she had seen and done since her last visit to a holy place.
She had met Ludo again. Had been given a task to complete, and found a place for herself to stay until she found a new home. Maea had met new people, initiated training, and was preparing to part with this place that had been - and still was - her home. Changes all around. Too many? She had a lingering feeling of rootlessness, as if all the soil to tie her down was washing away in this ceaseless flood of change.
"Our deepest respect to any others who might listen, as well," she added, glancing off at Amun. Thinking of the Voice that was his personal goddess, whom was not represented here.
"An offering that the sun might last, that the light might stay, that the longest night might come no more," she added. As was her habit whenever she prayed, Maea took a moment to consider the things she had seen and done since her last visit to a holy place.
She had met Ludo again. Had been given a task to complete, and found a place for herself to stay until she found a new home. Maea had met new people, initiated training, and was preparing to part with this place that had been - and still was - her home. Changes all around. Too many? She had a lingering feeling of rootlessness, as if all the soil to tie her down was washing away in this ceaseless flood of change.
"Our deepest respect to any others who might listen, as well," she added, glancing off at Amun. Thinking of the Voice that was his personal goddess, whom was not represented here.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
