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She was bound to the stone of fate. Her features were shining. Her eyes were open and she was aware. It was one of the roiling chaos of events when the universe and time, light and darkness mingled.
The time of the flowers was upon them. The times of the flowers were amongst the sudden alchemy. Indeed 'the seasons are changing'.
Light and cold rose up from the ground. From all over the darkened reach of the land, light and heat prodded the air. The air danced to the sound of the rippling leaves. The clouds danced over the land. The stars were falling from their high vantage point in the skies. The trees were parted by the wind of the light.
The leaves, the flowers and the flowers between the leaves had gathered at a land called Hehyen, on the western edge of the seascape. Here were the cedars and the cypress and the oaks and the willows. It was here the wind blew between the trees. The ever green coloured wood of the trees was alive and their roots were deep. The humans were gathered by the forest. They were in the virgin woods and below the green mossy soil.
The woman was sitting on a stone floor, her legs pulled up to her to form a stool. Her skirt was long and loose, a skirt of dark brown. Her loose fitting shirt was a white shirt with long sleeves. She spread her legs and one of her hands rested on one thigh. There was a woman a few feet away from her. The woman had a thin white doublet and a long skirt. Beside her was a large green leaf. The woman had a child on top of her, lying down on the woman's shoulder. The child had pink curls on her head. It was a girl child.
The woman had a braided brown string that went through the end of one finger. This hole was large and pale pink. It led into a box that looked like a small trunk.
She was sitting on a raised stone. It was high on steps that went into a small deep well. A few feet away from her was the edge of the well. There was a thin slab of stone over the well.
The moss around the well edge was dark green. The moss was soft and springy. Her feet were dangling from the stone stepping block and she had her fingers in it. Her other hand was holding onto the wooden handguard of a staff. It was leaning against the stone by her side. Her fingers were rubbing it for comfort.
The woman saw the woman holding the child. She was speaking to the girl. The woman with the box was watching them. The woman with the child and the long skirt had a thin brown ring on her finger; a ring with a deep dull stone inset.
A few feet away on the other side of the well, were a few rats and they were rooting through the moss. One of them was sniffing a hole in the ground. They looked up at her. They looked to the woman with the child. They looked towards her. One of them lifted a paw and waved it at her. She could hear the rustling of the trees and the water pumping in the well. The brunette woman watched the woman with the child. She could feel the humidity in the air and the searing heat of the sun Strikethrough