Silvergrass
Posted: Tue May 04, 2004 1:54 am
The old midwife still tells the tale of Silvergrass, though now only children pay much attention to the fairy tale.
Long into the ancient world, when the Moonmaiden was greviously wounded from her first conflict with her sister, her daughter Chauntea tended to her and looked for a place to make her healing bed. She picked a place on her new world, there near the trees of the great wood she made, where the moonlight would shine on her and keep back the darkness when the light of the Sun would not shine.
For an age our Lady of Stars lay there, cared for by her daughter, so long that both their spirits touched the land there and all became one in the land. The spirit of mother and daughter have drained, long ago a whisper of what they were, but you can still see some of it. You can see it, child, in the waves of silvergrass that surround your village, dancing in the moonlight.
Long into the ancient world, when the Moonmaiden was greviously wounded from her first conflict with her sister, her daughter Chauntea tended to her and looked for a place to make her healing bed. She picked a place on her new world, there near the trees of the great wood she made, where the moonlight would shine on her and keep back the darkness when the light of the Sun would not shine.
For an age our Lady of Stars lay there, cared for by her daughter, so long that both their spirits touched the land there and all became one in the land. The spirit of mother and daughter have drained, long ago a whisper of what they were, but you can still see some of it. You can see it, child, in the waves of silvergrass that surround your village, dancing in the moonlight.