Reblogged at Freeing My Muse
The Seeker silently followed the woman in blue onto the balcony, then, angry and confused, she boldly demanded, “Who are you, and why did you let that man go free?”
The woman turned, her gown swishing on the balcony tile, her long black hair billowing over her shoulders in the evening breeze. She looked intently at the Seeker as if determining how to deal with her.
The Seeker’s anger began to drain away, replaced by a warmth that spread across her cheeks. What on earth would the Elders say had they seen her ill-mannered, disrespectful behavior? She lowered her eyes and looked at her feet and was surprised to see a white lily lying on the tile floor. The same kind of lily used in the temple. How odd, she thought.
Knowing that the girl had begun to recognize her insolent behavior, the woman smiled sadly, moved closer to…
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