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~ When Prayer is Answered ~
As she felt the sand between her toes, she wept.
How many months had she wandered, lost in a place of cold days and even-colder nights, and visions of terror that she'd not soon forget? The gift of her goddess had been feared and scorned.
It had been many months since she had seen Oristesen, as well, the priest of Osiris she had met not long after her arrival in the bitter land of Barovia. He had been a great help to her, an islet of familiarity in a sea of strangers. But he was long gone, separated by the winter snows.
She had struggled through that sea for so long, until she reached the featureless expanse of unknown territory. From there, she pressed further, offering fervent, broken prayers to the Great Mother.
Finally, after all this time, she felt the land of her birth embrace her. But she was not yet home. Shaking and weary, she stumbled into the village of Muhar, the flies immediately assaulting her unkohled eyes (long had she gone without that precious paint and its protection). She staggered as far as she could, before she sank upon the steps of the temple, her heart heavy. If Rashida was not within, where would she be? Did she yet live? Such was a thought much too soul-wrenching to consider for even a moment. She took a breath, praying anew.
"Isis, you searched long and hard for the pieces of your brother-husband, and put him together with love and mystic power. I bring love to this search for my offspring, my precious chick. I pray that you grant your mystic power to bring these pieces together."
Tears and flies filled her eyes as she pressed on, strengthened by prayer. Her weary gaze raked across the stone walls and the atrium within. A loud gasp escaped her lips. She hurried forward, before finally her bruised and aching legs gave way.
"Rashida!"
The little girl, the heart of Henut's heart, looked up into her mother's face. Her cheeks were pleasingly, healthily round, and her eyes brightened at the sight. Henut pulled her into her trembling arms and wept anew.
She prayed until Ra rose over Har'Akir once more. She would show the Great Mother that she was grateful. She would redouble her efforts. She would seek to do good in the goddess Isis' embrace.
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