235 - A God, Credent

Lin

Somehow, I got through last night - and I was much more stable today.

Though admittedly, I am still wobbly.

I did a few things to ask for help, so at least I'm still showing signs of movement.

Let's hope that I get support soon.

Rest assured.

Swivelling around, I realise that this voice isn't directly attached to any being I can see.

Who-?

Have credence that your wishes will be fulfilled.

A hand touches my head, and another takes my hand, and drops something cool into my palm. When I look, I perceive a periwinkle stone in a gold signet ring - and then I know exactly who's talking.

Sekhmet!

My hair is ruffled again, and I can sense her smiling at me, the divine love she has for a best friend.

You are not alone, and you have not been forgotten. Take this ring, and remember - I will always be with you.

Vision blurring with tears, I slip the ring onto my right index finger, and sob.

Ευχαριστώ.

Her arms wrap around me, and for a minute we stand there, just breathing. Just being.

Παρακαλώ.

Disappearing, she leaves heat and an array of king's crown petals in her wake.

Looks like I'll be using gloves to pick those up.

For those of you confused, king's crown, or as most of you will know it, 'Sodom's apple', is highly toxic, and its poisonous sap is resistant to soap. But given the symbology of all this, I know what she means to say.

Change is afoot, and it can be bane or antidote.

Choose.

What do I choose?

I choose love.

I choose the cure to all of my sorrows.

I choose life.

It seems now, that I can move forward.

Knowing what I know about poisons, I know they can also be antidotes, if used correctly - and Sekhmet, of all people, knows very well how to use them, as a Goddess of Medicine.

I'll put my trust and faith in her that things will work out.

And they will.

Terrence's arms are around me yet again, and I smile, leaving the king's crown in a bowl.

Tell everyone that those are king's crown, mar plij, ma kared.

He snorts, shaking his head.

Sekhmet?

Sekhmet.

He smirks, before leaving a gentle peck on my cheek just by my birthmark.

Will do, lovely.

He's only going to be gone momentarily, I know that - but sometimes, seconds without his presence feel like years.

Yet more inner work I have to do.

You'll get there.

Da walks in, taking a seat with a milkshake, before promptly passing me one.

Did you buy these for everyone?

He nods.

Of course. Couldn't leave anyone without, could I?

I smile.

Trugarez, tadig.

For a minute, I embrace him, before curling up on the sofa, milkshake in hand. Taking a sip, my smile grows wider.

Marzipan, strawberry and Reese's?

He grins, nodding.

How did you manage to persuade them to do that?

They tasted it.

Beaming, I wrap my throw around myself.

Well, they have good taste.

Just as we finish this conversation, Terrence returns, immediately drawing me into a hug, and I'm sure that me beaming has become even more apparent.

You seem a lot better today, lovely.

I nod.

I think I am.

I'm rifling through a lot of stuff, let's put it that way.

He nods, stroking my head.

Do you want to go to the Château tomorrow?

I perk up, nodding, which he smiles at.

Mat eo din, that's a definite yes. We ought to look at any nearby history museums, as well. It could help you ancestrally.

Ya. I'd like to see some ancient exhibits. It's been a while.

Perhaps going on a day trip to Rennes could help. I know there's a lot you want to do.

There is a lot I want to do. And I hope that I live long enough to do it all.

You'll live long enough to do everything and more, m'amour.

I smile.

Karout a ran ac'hanout.

Atav.