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The circus was a kaleidoscope of excitement - something marvelous to see everywhere one glanced. So it was that Chione returned once more. There always seemed to be something new every time she visited. Some new spectacle to behold. If she ever felt bored or low for any significant length of time, this is where she usually ended up.
And today she needed some excitement in her life.
The world felt upside down to Chione. Her best friend was all but absent from her life. She never wanted to go out, to do anything fun. And even if they stayed in, it felt like walking on eggshells all night. Like Nia was hiding something. It was unsettling. They didn’t hide things from each other. If anything, they were the ones the other confided in, laughing about the secrets the rest of the world knew nothing about.
Of course, even if she could find Nia, she couldn’t talk to her about what was on her mind.
She couldn’t tell anyone of course. Not unless she wanted to risk being put to death. It had always been a fantasy before, secret thoughts she couldn’t voice. No one needed to know the way her body responded to a beautiful woman’s gaze. But then she had done the unthinkable. She had given into those feelings. Not only that, they had been reciprocated. Enthusiastically.
Anastasia consumed her in a way no other lover ever had.
She tried to convince herself that it was solely because it was forbidden. That it had nothing to do with the woman herself. Even though the way she had cried her name still rang in Chione’s mind. All she had to do was close her eyes and she was reliving every touch they’d shared. She wanted it to mean nothing. To have been some silly desire that would vanish once she’d experienced it. Instead, it lingered, it burned an even greater desire through her.
So she did what she did best. She sought out distraction.
As she wandered the grounds of the Tempest of Set, she felt more restless than ever. Perhaps it was coming too familiar. Was there nothing new and exciting enough to pull her from her own twisting thoughts? But her blue eyes widened as she caught sight of the perfect thing. It was everything it needed. Not only would it distract her, but it might even help her escape these thoughts entirely.
“Excuse me? I’d like to have my fortune read.”
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The circus was a kaleidoscope of excitement - something marvelous to see everywhere one glanced. So it was that Chione returned once more. There always seemed to be something new every time she visited. Some new spectacle to behold. If she ever felt bored or low for any significant length of time, this is where she usually ended up.
And today she needed some excitement in her life.
The world felt upside down to Chione. Her best friend was all but absent from her life. She never wanted to go out, to do anything fun. And even if they stayed in, it felt like walking on eggshells all night. Like Nia was hiding something. It was unsettling. They didn’t hide things from each other. If anything, they were the ones the other confided in, laughing about the secrets the rest of the world knew nothing about.
Of course, even if she could find Nia, she couldn’t talk to her about what was on her mind.
She couldn’t tell anyone of course. Not unless she wanted to risk being put to death. It had always been a fantasy before, secret thoughts she couldn’t voice. No one needed to know the way her body responded to a beautiful woman’s gaze. But then she had done the unthinkable. She had given into those feelings. Not only that, they had been reciprocated. Enthusiastically.
Anastasia consumed her in a way no other lover ever had.
She tried to convince herself that it was solely because it was forbidden. That it had nothing to do with the woman herself. Even though the way she had cried her name still rang in Chione’s mind. All she had to do was close her eyes and she was reliving every touch they’d shared. She wanted it to mean nothing. To have been some silly desire that would vanish once she’d experienced it. Instead, it lingered, it burned an even greater desire through her.
So she did what she did best. She sought out distraction.
As she wandered the grounds of the Tempest of Set, she felt more restless than ever. Perhaps it was coming too familiar. Was there nothing new and exciting enough to pull her from her own twisting thoughts? But her blue eyes widened as she caught sight of the perfect thing. It was everything it needed. Not only would it distract her, but it might even help her escape these thoughts entirely.
“Excuse me? I’d like to have my fortune read.”
The circus was a kaleidoscope of excitement - something marvelous to see everywhere one glanced. So it was that Chione returned once more. There always seemed to be something new every time she visited. Some new spectacle to behold. If she ever felt bored or low for any significant length of time, this is where she usually ended up.
And today she needed some excitement in her life.
The world felt upside down to Chione. Her best friend was all but absent from her life. She never wanted to go out, to do anything fun. And even if they stayed in, it felt like walking on eggshells all night. Like Nia was hiding something. It was unsettling. They didn’t hide things from each other. If anything, they were the ones the other confided in, laughing about the secrets the rest of the world knew nothing about.
Of course, even if she could find Nia, she couldn’t talk to her about what was on her mind.
She couldn’t tell anyone of course. Not unless she wanted to risk being put to death. It had always been a fantasy before, secret thoughts she couldn’t voice. No one needed to know the way her body responded to a beautiful woman’s gaze. But then she had done the unthinkable. She had given into those feelings. Not only that, they had been reciprocated. Enthusiastically.
Anastasia consumed her in a way no other lover ever had.
She tried to convince herself that it was solely because it was forbidden. That it had nothing to do with the woman herself. Even though the way she had cried her name still rang in Chione’s mind. All she had to do was close her eyes and she was reliving every touch they’d shared. She wanted it to mean nothing. To have been some silly desire that would vanish once she’d experienced it. Instead, it lingered, it burned an even greater desire through her.
So she did what she did best. She sought out distraction.
As she wandered the grounds of the Tempest of Set, she felt more restless than ever. Perhaps it was coming too familiar. Was there nothing new and exciting enough to pull her from her own twisting thoughts? But her blue eyes widened as she caught sight of the perfect thing. It was everything it needed. Not only would it distract her, but it might even help her escape these thoughts entirely.
“Excuse me? I’d like to have my fortune read.”
Miri did not mind the waiting so much. Sometimes she snuck into the largest tent to watch the main event—the Tempest itself—but tonight she had preferred to sit in her own tent, alone with her thoughts. The waiting gave her time to think, to calm herself, to become as in tune as possible with the gods. They murmured amongst themselves, paying no mind to the small woman in the tent.
She looked the part of a mystical temptress, both alluring and somehow permanently out of reach. Dark hair fell in wavy wisps around her face, dotted here and there with tiny braids and knots. A dark silky fabric obscured her form, tight around the edges of her shoulders and then flowing out to blend in with the murky tent. Hazel eyes were ringed in coal of unknown colors, cheeks shimmered with silver paint. Miri did her best to be an enigma. It was what the circus’s patrons wanted. She was not a girl, but an ethereal messenger of the gods. And yet… still a performer. It was a delicate line between skepticism and acceptance and, in that sense, Miri was the best tightrope walker around.
The sign outside her tent changed periodically. Miri did not care to know what it said. Colorful paint promised fortune and truth and exoticism, for the right price. Miri closed her eyes and breathed deeply, fingers knotting into the white woven tablecloth before her. Incense burned pleasantly in her nose. Toes curled into sandals, spine straight, head clear and sharp and yet somehow hazy. Begin.
Miri did not move upon hearing a voice outside her head beyond opening her eyes and peering at the woman. “Come in,” she murmured, almost lazily, eyes flickering softly in the candlelight. Even in the relative darkness, it was clear this woman possessed exceptional beauty, and a kind of confidence that was not uncommon amongst Miri’s circus companions. “Sit,” she added, nodding at the cushioned wooden chair across from her.
There were several reasons a wealthy girl of beauty and confidence might seek her fortune. Perhaps she faced a future she did not want and needed to know it could be altered. Perhaps she sought advice, or permission, or perhaps she was simply bored. The gods remained quiet, letting Miri sort out the beginning. She had grown in confidence herself over her years with the circus, and now often guessed the gods’ words moments before they uttered them. But the gods were still necessary—particularly for the large prophecies—and Miri never spoke without their permission and reassurance, even when she thought she already knew. She, unlike them, was not infallible.
“You seek the wisdom of the gods under the guise of innocent curiosity, no?” Miri arched a brow, letting her accent through more than necessary, as usual with customers. Amenemhat assured her the exoticism helped with authenticity. “I can give you a distraction, if you wish, or I can give you much more.” The faintest of smiles passed her lips as she stared at the woman, nearly unblinking in the shadowy tent. She was completely in her element. The show was only just beginning.
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Miri did not mind the waiting so much. Sometimes she snuck into the largest tent to watch the main event—the Tempest itself—but tonight she had preferred to sit in her own tent, alone with her thoughts. The waiting gave her time to think, to calm herself, to become as in tune as possible with the gods. They murmured amongst themselves, paying no mind to the small woman in the tent.
She looked the part of a mystical temptress, both alluring and somehow permanently out of reach. Dark hair fell in wavy wisps around her face, dotted here and there with tiny braids and knots. A dark silky fabric obscured her form, tight around the edges of her shoulders and then flowing out to blend in with the murky tent. Hazel eyes were ringed in coal of unknown colors, cheeks shimmered with silver paint. Miri did her best to be an enigma. It was what the circus’s patrons wanted. She was not a girl, but an ethereal messenger of the gods. And yet… still a performer. It was a delicate line between skepticism and acceptance and, in that sense, Miri was the best tightrope walker around.
The sign outside her tent changed periodically. Miri did not care to know what it said. Colorful paint promised fortune and truth and exoticism, for the right price. Miri closed her eyes and breathed deeply, fingers knotting into the white woven tablecloth before her. Incense burned pleasantly in her nose. Toes curled into sandals, spine straight, head clear and sharp and yet somehow hazy. Begin.
Miri did not move upon hearing a voice outside her head beyond opening her eyes and peering at the woman. “Come in,” she murmured, almost lazily, eyes flickering softly in the candlelight. Even in the relative darkness, it was clear this woman possessed exceptional beauty, and a kind of confidence that was not uncommon amongst Miri’s circus companions. “Sit,” she added, nodding at the cushioned wooden chair across from her.
There were several reasons a wealthy girl of beauty and confidence might seek her fortune. Perhaps she faced a future she did not want and needed to know it could be altered. Perhaps she sought advice, or permission, or perhaps she was simply bored. The gods remained quiet, letting Miri sort out the beginning. She had grown in confidence herself over her years with the circus, and now often guessed the gods’ words moments before they uttered them. But the gods were still necessary—particularly for the large prophecies—and Miri never spoke without their permission and reassurance, even when she thought she already knew. She, unlike them, was not infallible.
“You seek the wisdom of the gods under the guise of innocent curiosity, no?” Miri arched a brow, letting her accent through more than necessary, as usual with customers. Amenemhat assured her the exoticism helped with authenticity. “I can give you a distraction, if you wish, or I can give you much more.” The faintest of smiles passed her lips as she stared at the woman, nearly unblinking in the shadowy tent. She was completely in her element. The show was only just beginning.
Miri did not mind the waiting so much. Sometimes she snuck into the largest tent to watch the main event—the Tempest itself—but tonight she had preferred to sit in her own tent, alone with her thoughts. The waiting gave her time to think, to calm herself, to become as in tune as possible with the gods. They murmured amongst themselves, paying no mind to the small woman in the tent.
She looked the part of a mystical temptress, both alluring and somehow permanently out of reach. Dark hair fell in wavy wisps around her face, dotted here and there with tiny braids and knots. A dark silky fabric obscured her form, tight around the edges of her shoulders and then flowing out to blend in with the murky tent. Hazel eyes were ringed in coal of unknown colors, cheeks shimmered with silver paint. Miri did her best to be an enigma. It was what the circus’s patrons wanted. She was not a girl, but an ethereal messenger of the gods. And yet… still a performer. It was a delicate line between skepticism and acceptance and, in that sense, Miri was the best tightrope walker around.
The sign outside her tent changed periodically. Miri did not care to know what it said. Colorful paint promised fortune and truth and exoticism, for the right price. Miri closed her eyes and breathed deeply, fingers knotting into the white woven tablecloth before her. Incense burned pleasantly in her nose. Toes curled into sandals, spine straight, head clear and sharp and yet somehow hazy. Begin.
Miri did not move upon hearing a voice outside her head beyond opening her eyes and peering at the woman. “Come in,” she murmured, almost lazily, eyes flickering softly in the candlelight. Even in the relative darkness, it was clear this woman possessed exceptional beauty, and a kind of confidence that was not uncommon amongst Miri’s circus companions. “Sit,” she added, nodding at the cushioned wooden chair across from her.
There were several reasons a wealthy girl of beauty and confidence might seek her fortune. Perhaps she faced a future she did not want and needed to know it could be altered. Perhaps she sought advice, or permission, or perhaps she was simply bored. The gods remained quiet, letting Miri sort out the beginning. She had grown in confidence herself over her years with the circus, and now often guessed the gods’ words moments before they uttered them. But the gods were still necessary—particularly for the large prophecies—and Miri never spoke without their permission and reassurance, even when she thought she already knew. She, unlike them, was not infallible.
“You seek the wisdom of the gods under the guise of innocent curiosity, no?” Miri arched a brow, letting her accent through more than necessary, as usual with customers. Amenemhat assured her the exoticism helped with authenticity. “I can give you a distraction, if you wish, or I can give you much more.” The faintest of smiles passed her lips as she stared at the woman, nearly unblinking in the shadowy tent. She was completely in her element. The show was only just beginning.
Chione stepped inside the tent as a soft voice beckoned her within. A wisp of a woman sat, painted and draped to appear as ethereal as the forces she claimed to be at one with. It was an impressive sight, and a convincing one at that. At this point, Chione was eager to believe anything that might give her a reprieve from her own mind. From the memories that haunted her.
She took the offered seat, spine straight with pride, though she quickly caught herself leaning towards the fortuneteller, curious for what this might entail. What would the gods reveal to her? What might provide her relief from this forbidden desire that sought to consume her entirely.
Her eyes widened slightly at the girl’s far too knowing remark. For a moment, she could merely nod, too stunned by how quickly the woman had seen through her facade. Perhaps her gift was true after all. “Yes,” she said softly after a long pause. “Whatever it is you have to offer, I wish to know.” Her heart began to race as she considered the possibilities. If the woman truly possessed the powers of the gods, could truly see into her mind and heart... then she didn’t need to speak fully to know the answers she sought.
“There is someone who has caught my eye... someone I would be better off forgetting...” she confessed. It felt strange to admit to it, even if she was revealing it in the vaguest of fashions. No one would ever know she spoke of a woman rather than a man at all. Yet even now, she could remember the feel of Anastasia’s mouth over her body, the taste of her as vivid as ever. She had to fight her body’s urge to respond to the mere memory of bedding the other woman.
Then her mind turned to the other matter that perplexed her, a sadness overcoming her features. Her once dearest friend who seemed nothing more than a ghost nowadays. As well as the cruel words uttered by her brother later that same night. Could he be right? Could her memories of their friendship be a lie she had spun for herself that never mattered to the other? It wounded her deeply to even consider that possibility. Yet she had to, for she knew that Nia confided much to her favorite brother. “And another... who I fear desires my absence more than my presence. What course would the gods bid me to take?”
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Chione stepped inside the tent as a soft voice beckoned her within. A wisp of a woman sat, painted and draped to appear as ethereal as the forces she claimed to be at one with. It was an impressive sight, and a convincing one at that. At this point, Chione was eager to believe anything that might give her a reprieve from her own mind. From the memories that haunted her.
She took the offered seat, spine straight with pride, though she quickly caught herself leaning towards the fortuneteller, curious for what this might entail. What would the gods reveal to her? What might provide her relief from this forbidden desire that sought to consume her entirely.
Her eyes widened slightly at the girl’s far too knowing remark. For a moment, she could merely nod, too stunned by how quickly the woman had seen through her facade. Perhaps her gift was true after all. “Yes,” she said softly after a long pause. “Whatever it is you have to offer, I wish to know.” Her heart began to race as she considered the possibilities. If the woman truly possessed the powers of the gods, could truly see into her mind and heart... then she didn’t need to speak fully to know the answers she sought.
“There is someone who has caught my eye... someone I would be better off forgetting...” she confessed. It felt strange to admit to it, even if she was revealing it in the vaguest of fashions. No one would ever know she spoke of a woman rather than a man at all. Yet even now, she could remember the feel of Anastasia’s mouth over her body, the taste of her as vivid as ever. She had to fight her body’s urge to respond to the mere memory of bedding the other woman.
Then her mind turned to the other matter that perplexed her, a sadness overcoming her features. Her once dearest friend who seemed nothing more than a ghost nowadays. As well as the cruel words uttered by her brother later that same night. Could he be right? Could her memories of their friendship be a lie she had spun for herself that never mattered to the other? It wounded her deeply to even consider that possibility. Yet she had to, for she knew that Nia confided much to her favorite brother. “And another... who I fear desires my absence more than my presence. What course would the gods bid me to take?”
Chione stepped inside the tent as a soft voice beckoned her within. A wisp of a woman sat, painted and draped to appear as ethereal as the forces she claimed to be at one with. It was an impressive sight, and a convincing one at that. At this point, Chione was eager to believe anything that might give her a reprieve from her own mind. From the memories that haunted her.
She took the offered seat, spine straight with pride, though she quickly caught herself leaning towards the fortuneteller, curious for what this might entail. What would the gods reveal to her? What might provide her relief from this forbidden desire that sought to consume her entirely.
Her eyes widened slightly at the girl’s far too knowing remark. For a moment, she could merely nod, too stunned by how quickly the woman had seen through her facade. Perhaps her gift was true after all. “Yes,” she said softly after a long pause. “Whatever it is you have to offer, I wish to know.” Her heart began to race as she considered the possibilities. If the woman truly possessed the powers of the gods, could truly see into her mind and heart... then she didn’t need to speak fully to know the answers she sought.
“There is someone who has caught my eye... someone I would be better off forgetting...” she confessed. It felt strange to admit to it, even if she was revealing it in the vaguest of fashions. No one would ever know she spoke of a woman rather than a man at all. Yet even now, she could remember the feel of Anastasia’s mouth over her body, the taste of her as vivid as ever. She had to fight her body’s urge to respond to the mere memory of bedding the other woman.
Then her mind turned to the other matter that perplexed her, a sadness overcoming her features. Her once dearest friend who seemed nothing more than a ghost nowadays. As well as the cruel words uttered by her brother later that same night. Could he be right? Could her memories of their friendship be a lie she had spun for herself that never mattered to the other? It wounded her deeply to even consider that possibility. Yet she had to, for she knew that Nia confided much to her favorite brother. “And another... who I fear desires my absence more than my presence. What course would the gods bid me to take?”
So the woman came for advice on matters of the heart. Miri was no expert when it came to love, far from it. She found the entire concept of the emotion to be confusing and daunting. There was beauty in movement, in prayer, in connection, but why did the connection have to be all-consuming? Miri worshipped, she did not love. Even her version of non-romantic (perhaps familial) love was more akin to affection rather than anything deeper. And so it was difficult to construct an answer on her own. Still, the gods were quiet, and Miri took the time to look over the customer again.
The woman was beautiful, yes, but it was more than that. Anyone and everyone could speak the surface compliment, and everyone likely did. It was her confidence, just hidden a single layer below the surface, that caused her to truly shine. This was not the sort of woman who often trusted in others for answers. And yet she was here, in front of Miri, hoping against hope and fighting a war on multiple fronts in her own heart. Miri pitied her, and all those who faced such inner conflict. Luckily, she could help.
“The one you speak of forgetting…” Miri spoke softly, eyeing the woman intently. Speaking of the unknown person seemed to cause her customer great discomfort, and yet a strange, deep longing began to emanate from her as well. The woman’s body moved almost imperceptibly as she spoke the inquiry. “Why would Ptah create a forgettable human?” It was different for Miri; she knew that few of the people she encountered would have any real role in anyone’s life, or in the overall plot of the world. Even so, each of those blurry, seemingly insignificant people had beauty, had some reason for existing. I create, I give generously, each grain of sand and each person, too. “You feel inexplicably drawn to this person,” Miri spoke again, intense hazel eyes never lifting from the woman before her. They were connected now, until the prophecy would conclude. “And yet you fear the connection.” Miri was about to ask why when the truth came into her mind, courtesy of Thoth. The stranger was another woman. The fear came from the laws that humans created, rather than any godly decree.
Miri’s voice lowered even further, into a soothing, dark mist. “The gods do not care for the laws of men. They do not care for the lives of individuals much at all; why would they? There are so many more important matters for them to contemplate. Ptah created life. He created you, and he created this person you fear and desire. Where you go from there is of no matter to him or any of the rest.”
Questions of the heart were so common, so… almost boring. But some part of Miri was intrigued, too. She could speak advice and wisdom for hours, all without truly knowing love. She wanted to feel herself move without meaning to, to feel the cosmic pull towards another soul. The pull should not be denied.
“As for the other, the gods say much the same. You must live a good life to ensure your next, but what is good? I could tell you, yes, but the gods do not wish it. I can tell you that your full absence from this other life is not possible. The common verses in your stories have not finished.” It would not be enough. She would not be satisfied. Miri prepared herself for more questions, as she had given more questions than answers herself.
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So the woman came for advice on matters of the heart. Miri was no expert when it came to love, far from it. She found the entire concept of the emotion to be confusing and daunting. There was beauty in movement, in prayer, in connection, but why did the connection have to be all-consuming? Miri worshipped, she did not love. Even her version of non-romantic (perhaps familial) love was more akin to affection rather than anything deeper. And so it was difficult to construct an answer on her own. Still, the gods were quiet, and Miri took the time to look over the customer again.
The woman was beautiful, yes, but it was more than that. Anyone and everyone could speak the surface compliment, and everyone likely did. It was her confidence, just hidden a single layer below the surface, that caused her to truly shine. This was not the sort of woman who often trusted in others for answers. And yet she was here, in front of Miri, hoping against hope and fighting a war on multiple fronts in her own heart. Miri pitied her, and all those who faced such inner conflict. Luckily, she could help.
“The one you speak of forgetting…” Miri spoke softly, eyeing the woman intently. Speaking of the unknown person seemed to cause her customer great discomfort, and yet a strange, deep longing began to emanate from her as well. The woman’s body moved almost imperceptibly as she spoke the inquiry. “Why would Ptah create a forgettable human?” It was different for Miri; she knew that few of the people she encountered would have any real role in anyone’s life, or in the overall plot of the world. Even so, each of those blurry, seemingly insignificant people had beauty, had some reason for existing. I create, I give generously, each grain of sand and each person, too. “You feel inexplicably drawn to this person,” Miri spoke again, intense hazel eyes never lifting from the woman before her. They were connected now, until the prophecy would conclude. “And yet you fear the connection.” Miri was about to ask why when the truth came into her mind, courtesy of Thoth. The stranger was another woman. The fear came from the laws that humans created, rather than any godly decree.
Miri’s voice lowered even further, into a soothing, dark mist. “The gods do not care for the laws of men. They do not care for the lives of individuals much at all; why would they? There are so many more important matters for them to contemplate. Ptah created life. He created you, and he created this person you fear and desire. Where you go from there is of no matter to him or any of the rest.”
Questions of the heart were so common, so… almost boring. But some part of Miri was intrigued, too. She could speak advice and wisdom for hours, all without truly knowing love. She wanted to feel herself move without meaning to, to feel the cosmic pull towards another soul. The pull should not be denied.
“As for the other, the gods say much the same. You must live a good life to ensure your next, but what is good? I could tell you, yes, but the gods do not wish it. I can tell you that your full absence from this other life is not possible. The common verses in your stories have not finished.” It would not be enough. She would not be satisfied. Miri prepared herself for more questions, as she had given more questions than answers herself.
So the woman came for advice on matters of the heart. Miri was no expert when it came to love, far from it. She found the entire concept of the emotion to be confusing and daunting. There was beauty in movement, in prayer, in connection, but why did the connection have to be all-consuming? Miri worshipped, she did not love. Even her version of non-romantic (perhaps familial) love was more akin to affection rather than anything deeper. And so it was difficult to construct an answer on her own. Still, the gods were quiet, and Miri took the time to look over the customer again.
The woman was beautiful, yes, but it was more than that. Anyone and everyone could speak the surface compliment, and everyone likely did. It was her confidence, just hidden a single layer below the surface, that caused her to truly shine. This was not the sort of woman who often trusted in others for answers. And yet she was here, in front of Miri, hoping against hope and fighting a war on multiple fronts in her own heart. Miri pitied her, and all those who faced such inner conflict. Luckily, she could help.
“The one you speak of forgetting…” Miri spoke softly, eyeing the woman intently. Speaking of the unknown person seemed to cause her customer great discomfort, and yet a strange, deep longing began to emanate from her as well. The woman’s body moved almost imperceptibly as she spoke the inquiry. “Why would Ptah create a forgettable human?” It was different for Miri; she knew that few of the people she encountered would have any real role in anyone’s life, or in the overall plot of the world. Even so, each of those blurry, seemingly insignificant people had beauty, had some reason for existing. I create, I give generously, each grain of sand and each person, too. “You feel inexplicably drawn to this person,” Miri spoke again, intense hazel eyes never lifting from the woman before her. They were connected now, until the prophecy would conclude. “And yet you fear the connection.” Miri was about to ask why when the truth came into her mind, courtesy of Thoth. The stranger was another woman. The fear came from the laws that humans created, rather than any godly decree.
Miri’s voice lowered even further, into a soothing, dark mist. “The gods do not care for the laws of men. They do not care for the lives of individuals much at all; why would they? There are so many more important matters for them to contemplate. Ptah created life. He created you, and he created this person you fear and desire. Where you go from there is of no matter to him or any of the rest.”
Questions of the heart were so common, so… almost boring. But some part of Miri was intrigued, too. She could speak advice and wisdom for hours, all without truly knowing love. She wanted to feel herself move without meaning to, to feel the cosmic pull towards another soul. The pull should not be denied.
“As for the other, the gods say much the same. You must live a good life to ensure your next, but what is good? I could tell you, yes, but the gods do not wish it. I can tell you that your full absence from this other life is not possible. The common verses in your stories have not finished.” It would not be enough. She would not be satisfied. Miri prepared herself for more questions, as she had given more questions than answers herself.
