THE WEAVE:
On the Island, Vesta asks,
“What is taking you
so long, Athena?” as she
glances at the braid still only
just begun, laid before the last wall of stripped fabric. The last pallet she will see this Way, 'til who knows When. "Mostly that it literally just hurts, so I stop a lot," Athena responds, simply. "Will you ever make another labyrinth after this?" "I will not say never, but as of Now, I forSee a rug Here, a rug here. However, the fewer, the better. I hope that it is many years before I weave this Way again." "Will you miss it?" Vesta asks. "How can I miss a practice that I brought into being? No, Vesta, it lives inside of me. I have folded into the Weave. I cannot lose it." Vesta raises her eyebrows, "You know you're quoting Jupiter, right?" "He got those lines, from me, bitch." "Well I heard he's coming this Way, on his Magick carpet, carrying a Torch that can get wet." "So you're telling me my dad is coming into town." "Yes, did you like how I wove it in? A nice soft landing." "I gotta gtfo of Here." "Relax, I booked you a train to Aries, before he can catch up with you. Better go pick out, your favorite armor." "Okay, but first I have to finish these rugs." "Then finish the fucking rugs, Athena."
Planetary Signatures 