Interlude – Of Concern Over This Year’s Offering
The feather pen scraped along the sheepskin paper under the candlelight.
An honor though it was, she couldn’t help feeling she lacked the wherewithal for this great responsibility.
If asked how much she had learned outside the Temple, she would have no ready answer.
It was an immense thing to write the prayer to be offered to the goddess.
“ Sigh … Everyone before me did such a great job…”
She eyed the clothes she had just received, piled in a corner of the room, and exhaled.
She saw them each year, and while they always captured her heart, she had never imagined that she herself might be wearing them so soon.
What can I say about the goddess?
Should it be different from the prayers they offered daily? What even was a prayer?
“What would he say…?”
The vision of an expressionless steel helmet flashed through her mind, and she couldn’t repress a gentle smile.
I’ll say what I’ve seen. That’s all I have.
“………All right.”
I’ll do my best. With that decision, letters began flowing onto the page.
Her penmanship was not excellent, but the words were no one’s but hers.
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