Hauntingly Beautiful Girls

"A Goddesses' Hand (Part 11)"

The immersive experience from the perspective of the young woman ends.

A scene with the Goddess grows in clarity. She sits authoritatively on a small thin stone bench suited for just one person.

As she talks, she becomes less reserved and perhaps [flirty] with her hands lightly sweeping the upward carved ends of the white stone bench.

"The young woman did much better than hoped in her new life. She had none of her children or grandchildren to survive to her death forty-seven years after her marriage. She was always a fierce advocate for justice for the neglected (especially for the women).

Her husband never healed well enough to fight with weapons, but that led to a much stronger bond with his extended family in managing the expanded land.

It had been a favorite route for caravans and was kept free and open.

The growth of a stable and well-defended area meant it was not absorbed by the less kind groups nearby.

The athlete that laid me into the waves, had a modest loss. It shattered his focus on training. He did not do well in the big competition. As coach to others in later life, he took his life lesson. Warning other athletes to take a cautious view. A more reserved and considered approach. They often had access to nice lives. That benefit deserved a commitment on their part. Be careful and get repeated confirmation of acceptance. Especially with women of youthful years. Playfulness was not a sign of consent.

The mother of this girl suffered the most, but was lifted highest.

In the morning, she saw her daughter gone. The dress still here. Footprints in the dew covered ground showed that she was not taken by a large group. Not carried away. Not moved to a cart.

The hut roof would not to support a hidden daughter.

Eventually, she became grief struck. Going to the city square with her daughters dress in her hand "Please! Did someone see? She would not have left with her dress! Please, just tell me where she is."

Inconsolable for days in the square, she was taken to the nearest temple and handed to the celibate women that often speak as oracles.

She was in despair and great sorrow for years.

Eventually, one woman asked her to consider. They had heard no sign or word of any kind of the daughter. Might it be worth thinking that she possibly went some place that was better? Making note of the way the daughter was wide credited with saving a young boy.

She accepted the hopeful viewpoint enough to become more helpful in the temple.

She made no attempts to speak 'words' as an oracle. She never even attempted any man-pleasing smiles when the oracles were called upon.

That behavior actually caught the attention of a widowed warrior. He requested, and she accepted. She became his wife. A family of known prestige. A warrior soon to retire from the days of wars. Experienced and honored, but no longer fast and keen of eye.

She brought a son to her husband within a year, and both marveled at their blessing.

She had many causes in her new role. She understood the life of an outcast. Once part of honorable family, then left without her first husband due to the acts of vile warriors.

She spent much time with poets and theatre groups as the wife. Those types found her generous but unshakable on small matters.

"The girl in that story did not throw a golden apple. She did not slay hordes of Neptune's' children. She only threw a rock to save a small boy from a large [seal] on the shore."

A strong opinion sometimes marked with tears. She was a woman of convictions, and she had heard the story for herself from that girl.