I did not know her name, but I knew her all the same,
a statue overgrown, stood in the forest there all alone,
‘Neath a hood deep and dark, that round stout parts did part,
eyes of brightly polished stone, ‘bove a bust so proudly shown,
And on the pedestal was written, if eyes could turn so smitten,
‘I am mother to all this world, of sprout, foal, and shy little girl,
look upon me oh lords and tremble, for I am the enduring symbol,
and though empires may rise and fall, the tides still hear my call.’
Round about was not but vine and bush, all deathly still form my rush.– The Statue in the Glade, 233 E.R.
There frozen stood I as well, and down from her beauty my eyes so fell.
This was not a place for men, so proud and brash to have hurried in.
Said I there a little prayer, made humbler before Thaea’s one true heir.
Of Silver and White
She was short, even compared to Katrisha. Familiar, though the expression she wore was as different as the clothing. It took a moment, putting together a nervous dressed woman, with a name mentioned in passing. She’d been amidst the trainees a dozen times or more, but oft farther back than Sadie. Quite in spite of efforts to arrange by height. Ever closer to the front, and whatever side Sadie was on, Katrisha realized. Had usually been there when she bound her up, or let her down. It was all so very backwards.
“Your name is, Leta, is it not?” Katrisha asked of the young woman who’d gotten in her way. Looked very much to wish to get out of it, but just stood there, nonetheless. Height aside there was not much mistaking her for a girl, even if her manner belied her attributes.
She nodded. She was paler than a lot of the Ahashi — as Dahlia kept insisting they should now be called. Those who would be tithed to, for their ministering. Katrisha had not objected, and tried not to laugh at the tangled logic — but the others kept stumbling over it. So did she, and it had been her argument that was more what they were, to begin with.
“Did you want something?” Katrisha pressed.
There was a lot more hesitation, but the woman nodded.
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