She who Treads on The Sea

Alone with The Stars

Asherah

swimming so fast to the top of the ocean. Miro and Arabella following quietly behind me. Truth be told, I didn't mind them at all. Kind souls.

My father gave me permission to watch the stars... as long as my.... bodyguards are with me.

Nervous I stayed still my head not even touching the cool night air. 

"It is fine princess... please continue" I heard Arabella speak kindly to me. Her red hair looking blurry in the corner of my eyesight.

I pushed my head slightly above the surface. My eyes opening and blinking away the rest of the bittersweet ocean water.

Taking in a deep breath of the cold night air. A thing I used to love, now felt so foreign.

My lungs at full capacity, I slowly let out the lovely coolness.

I looked up at the stars and smiled a smile full of actual warmth.

" My mother talked to you before... I would also like to try.." I whispered for the moon to hear.

It seemed as if it granted me permission, the way the clouds faded away. Leaving the ears of the moon for me only.

" My name is Asherah..." Remembering to have courtesy and manners speaking to such a thing as wise and old as time.

My mother once told me that if I need to speak or let something out, that I should speak to the Gods above. They would listen. They always are.

"...just like your mother princess.. from the stories I heard she loved to talk to the moon. The stories say that she talked back" Arabelleas big green eyes sparkling at the moon in thought.

" She? Who?" my eyebrows forming together.

"the moon your highness, It is said that if you speak to her... she might bless your ears and speak back," Miro said softly, his long wet eyelashes dripping with water as he blinked.

" Another friend of my mother I guess... The throne showed her memories of her speaking her heart out to the moon."

"she always listened to her go on and on about some god... My father."

" I was told as a little girl that our Queen always said good morning to the moon, She would smile back and greet her majesty like an old friend." Arabella smiled at the memory.

"yes. It was also a bedtime story that we were told. A queen almost as old as time speaking to a God as a friend would. Everyone admired her for it." Miro swam a little closer to me, his eyes reflecting the moon's smirk.

Maybe I can befriend the moon, she seemed easygoing.