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All the worry that wound about the waif now fell away as the Goddess showered Her in love and wonder. As always there came pride under the praise, pride in pleasing She who had deigned to draw a daughter from the beast that blundered upon Her dream. So Enki endured the beloved embrace that...

Anima breathed as Ira touched her, a sigh that nearly seemed to be relief. Someday, things would be better between Them – the greater Them, the They that existed beyond the divine childhood; SHE and She and She. But today they were participants in mortality, a moment of free youth without the...

Nimsy had undone the door lock and had raised her hand to push it, pondering alongside Ira not the greatness of She but the potential in prayer. “No!” And instantly she flinched; the fear sweeping out to make way for sudden worry as the door slammed against the next stall, bounced back to...

Enki was restless. As, she knew, was the entirety of the Sphere; but her restless was not the gentle unease of those made by She in their entirety. She had hid her face from Her since the coming of Elizabeth. It had not been long; but the alteration of night and day, and the absence of She who...

“I visit dreams.” The statement was soft, and dry. Nimsy remained seated for as long as Ira’s hand remained on the back of her head, and for a little while after. It would be hard to tell what she was thinking, harder for her to tell Ira. Perhaps she was pondering the aspect of anchor, what...

Nimsy felt, rather than saw, Ira come in. Her forehead still sat on her knees as she sat down on the bathroom floor, but the sense of someone else entering the stall – however unconventionally – did not move her. The sound of bare skin on tile stopped across from her. And then Ira embraced...

Enki knew what death sounded like. The sound of stillness,silence, shadow. Silence had a sound, a sound that was unique to the place it resided. The sound of a soulless – deceased – cold and vacant. She had almost forgot what sound a corpse made, so brief was her sojourn in him, without him. It...

How many hours in the heart of him had the Why heard the hum of hymn? Not hymns from him to her – or rather, he to it – but stories in the form of sound or sound alone in worshipful form. So Enki knew to listen to what music came in terror and reverence that evolved in equal parts respectful and...

She stopped singing, when Ira said she was sorry. There was a time for noise, and there was a time for silence. Regardless of the state of the floor of her stall, she sat in a ball, her own tears silent as she rested her forehead against her knees. She listened to everything that Ira said. She...

Ira begged. It wasn’t what Anima had expected her to beg. She didn’t beg Her to back off, or to even stop yelling. And, as for the begging itself, she didn’t feel the rush of satisfaction that Papa used to feel when he did this, but there was no time for that Why just now. There wasn’t any of...

Enki listened, the picture of a perfect student, still and silent as stone. Even after the other sighed and sang a welcome, opened himself for the Why, she waited. She recalled how Her grief had flooded him, and out of respect would not risk such again. She waited to be in command of her Self...

Anima blinked slowly, like she didn’t really hear what Ira was yelling. She lifted her head from the floor at the first sounds, but as her consciousness came back her emotions remained completely blank as she struggled to process them, as she pulled the greater Self back into check to become...

His body protested, but that was not the root of his ailment. His breath caught, his heartbeat rose, she could feel his fear – but it was not the fear of a mockingbird before a Beast. His was the awe only mortals could have of their gods. And that awe was eating him, inside out, not in body but...

Nimsy had heard the man when he came. She didn’t know how, maybe the same way she knew when Ira had touched the machinery or when Gail wasn’t entirely herself. The secret lay in the music. She wasn’t always listening to it – more often than not, she had her own Songs to contend with, borrowed...

Ira seemed to have gotten as lost as Nim did, in thought. And for a moment Nim was afraid of what those thoughts were. Did Ira know? Had she realized–had she recognized? No...no. The pause was wrong. If anything, the quiet had left Ira not with rage or recognition, but with a quiet sort of...