Your Obedient Servant

“Command? Never think it, sweet one.” The goddess sang softly. Her eyes, like galactic pinpoints that held within them all knowledge of creatuions past, closed for a moment as ruby-red and perfectly painted lips turned up in a smile. “Tell me priestess...I see in your mind another. I see lilac and ghost-white feathers. I see obsidian, cliffs that drop down into the sea...I see one with pure white eyes who yet holds pieces of you...I would hear of this other goddess of the stars.” And so, as if the roles were reversed, the goddess sat upon the stone steps, drawing her knees towards her chest and giving Ingrid an imploring and interested nod to continue. Safrin