Ecclesiastes 7:1

*Faith* · Updated 04/30/23:

The girl was doing her very best not to shuffle around too much, imagining her siblings visibly wriggling around under their furs. But she could also imagine that there was a tiny leak of blue light coming out from the rim under hers, and the tiny hole she was peering keenly out of. The pelt had felt uncomfortable against the fur on the tips of her ears so she'd pulled them back, so the young girl was mostly an unmoving lump under the furs.

There was a whisper behind her, a voice she didn't know in the language she heard her mother and Obi speaking, the same words she'd spent so much time already committing to memory, eager for when she'd be allowed to lift her voice in praise with them. The girl didn't move, she knew if she turned she'd not see anyone behind her... that no one was there. She didn't yet know what the voices were but they were growing stronger as each day went on.

Unlike her sister the girl was eager for the ceremony, she was totally in love with the routine and the idea of ritual, grasping from her mother's behaviour that this was important and while she didn't quite yet grasp what it meant for her to be a goddess in a mortal body she understood at least that the rituals, the routine were vital to her understanding of herself and so the ritual was clearly important and that meant she cared. Though not about getting a name, she didn't really know what that meant either and once she did find out she'd not put to much stock in that... but that it had to happen was a given, and she was ready to absorb it all, hang off every single word.

"Speech"

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Ecclesiastes 7:1

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