The Stone by the Stream (Part 22)

Light filtered into the Temple through obscuring clouds of dust and incense smoke. Still wrapped in the Priestess’s embrace as they sat on the stony bench, Cynthia did her best to think on the Goddess with love — yet how to love a being so alien and terrifying?

Worship was one thing. To join with the group and give praise to the Goddess in her loveable aspect as the Mistress of the Moon. To let herself…