Stars shone bright over her tawny head. The air was cool with not even a whisper on it. The dew and the devote' worked an architectural wonder on the wild tall grass. Yielding it lay one blade upon another, with nary a one bent or broken as she gently placed one unshod foot in front of the other. The grass tilted, reclined and lay prone for worship. On to the next foot step, she padded her way again and again until what lay before her was one concentric circle, ready for inspection. She knelt, gently working her way around on her hands and knees, making sure no blade lay backwards or sideways. The submitting floor of her private chapel - a plane of natures glory. Carefully she maneuvered her way to the center, then she sat on her heels. She began to spread her skirts out, not half filling the circle. Behind, beside and before her, the fabric was smoothed flat. Now her petitions began in earnest: with her bare legs and feet on the wet grass, she leaned forward with her fore arms flat on her skirts, facing out beyond the circle, her chin barely brushing the fabric. As she began to plead her case, she moved with the grain of the grassy floor, lifting her right leg moving it (the width of her leg) to her right. Next her left leg was moved right to join the other. It was in this fashion she traveled. Around she went carefully with the practice and devotion of a penitent elder. Shifting, smoothing and re-positioning herself and her skirts as she worked her way around pleading for the needs of the day and future. Once she had come full circle, back to the point she began her worship. She sighed deeply, sat up and surveyed the sky and the fading stars, a glow had begun in the East. Night dissolved into dawn and a new day had begun. With equal care she stood and made her way out of the circle to a near by tree and plucked a piece of fruit. Sitting under the tree, she ate the fruit as the sun drew it self up into view. Another day in the life of the chieftains daughter.
Petra's meditation was broken. A fine mist blew in on a gentle wind. Animals woke making their voices and hungers known, and soon there was smoke rising from the fires and the voices of her family became distinguishable.
Yes, a new day had begun witnessed in reverence by a mere lass. Up she shot and those unshod feet bolted past fields, stables, and outbuildings. At the lintel of the largest conical shaped building she stopped, and was greeted by a hulking figure. (Pointing to her forehead ) she said breathing heavy: "Da, 'tis a fine new day, bless meh wit yer kiss !". And he did ...
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