Mischievous, capricious, boisterous Sun never took her cosmic duty seriously in her younger days.
Many cast light upon the mortal world, but only one, only Sun cast warmth upon the mortal world.
For Sun was always laughing. Always. And her great warmth came from her perpetual laughter.
Her elder sister, Moon, cast a light that was calming and dim enough to let other lights shine, like the stars and the planets. Continue reading
My mother named me Felicia, after her favorite flower, the blue daisy.
When I was young, I would always tell people she named me after the word in that ancient language that meant “lucky” and “happy.” What good was a flower after all? Why would she name me after something that wasn’t good for much other than looking lovely? Why didn’t she name me after something strong like the wind or an animal? I’m older now. I know why.
Mother needs me. And the only thing that stands between her and the sorrows and sufferings of a painful death is a flower.
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