The second time Maatrya saw the man she was married to was the day she was married to his son. Technically, of course, she’d been married to Ara’shari for seventy days, ever since the high, keening aula had gone up in the city of Tharam to signal Ara’menhi’s descent to the Lower River. For seventy days, she had woken to the dawning sun and the keening of the women around her. She knelt with the others, throwing herself on the turquoise and gold relief of the Great River that graced the quarters of the Most Royal Wives when she was required to, tearing at her hair and smearing the mud made from her tears and the ever blowing sand on the torn linen that fluttered around her. Those had been torn the first day of the aula, of course, and she’d been kneeling on the tiles for most of her waking moments since then.
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
The Sun Rises
You can't see it on my progress meter because it's under 1000 words, but I started Sun today. (Working title: Dawning Sun) I'm 475 words in. I have no idea what I think of it yet, but there are words on the page. I'll make them better later, right?