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Eleventh day of the Moon of Morning Mists Shrine of the Holy Mother, Realm beyond the Seventh Circle

The sun slipped towards the horizon and the hillside was bathed in a warthened and revealed the subtle contours of the land Ridges stretched out like thighs and mounds poked up like breasts It was as if an i the surface of the land A true believer would recognise the place as sacred to the Holy Mother

On that pleasant surass She wore a white dress and carried a woollen shawl Her long black hair hung lazily down her back and she hu their young

Her path passed between the es A dark pool nestled there below a triangle of golden bracken The young wo sun left the sky She knelt and gazed into the still waters before speaking

'Holy Mother, hear my prayer'

Her hands slipped inside her dress and clasped the iht colours, it represented a pregnant woe breasts and extended buttocks She kissed the ie

'Blessed lady, I come not for myself but for my dear mother Many moons have passed since you honoured her with your divine favour You entered into her when she was young and worked your purpose through her In sickness and in health she has been your sword and shieldnow she has grown old'

Her voice fell to a whisper

'Great Lady, my poor mother is tired Her old bones ache I beseech you Let me take up her burden Enter into me as you did to her Let azed into the pool as if searching for a sign A long time passed Then a fullvortex of white water sped towards her

'Holy Mother I am honoured by your trust'

She bared her breasts

'I, Adrina of the House of Cronwyn, e: I dedicate my life to you and I shall serve you well'

Her dark eyes flashed

'But I cannot serve you alone I need a champion Send me one, Great Lady Send lazed over

'But do not send a dullman A wild and fearless man ill excite our deepest passions and put the plans of your scheht'