THE WEAVE:

Vesta and Lilith lay

on the Library floor, staring up

at a domed ceiling,

painted with Stars…

"Mmk, which herd
do you want?  Clones
or Zombies?"  Vesta asks

Lilitu.  "Do you have
a preference?" Lilith proffers,
placing her hands behind her head.

"I sense that you will
have more sWay
over the Zombies, than I

will -Being that you also
have Risen, from the Dead,
and what not," Vesta explains,

side-eyeing her.
"Agreed," Lilith nods,
"Tech is more your thing,

anyWay.  It is best,
you Shepherd the Clones."
"Yeah," Vesta sighs, "but

we have another problem."
"Well, for once it isn't me,"
Lilith bursts in relief,

"Let's Here it."
"Neither of us,
are very good

at wrangling Uranus,"
V dives in.  "True,"
Lilith fades,

"I am only good
at catching lambs..."
"So how does One

seduce an army
of foxes?" V asks her.
"Sounds a lot like herding

cats..." Lilith falters.