Pregnancy - Lisette, Priestess Of Spring
The villagers came at dusk.
“Tomorrow,” Lisette said softly, “you will find eggs.” lisette, priestess of spring pregnancy
She touched a hand to her navel. The tendrils within pulsed once, twice—a heartbeat that was not hers, but the world’s. The villagers came at dusk
“Soon,” she whispered to the spring inside her. “You will wake them all.” The villagers came at dusk. “Tomorrow
In the village of Veranne, tucked in a valley that the winter sun only kissed for an hour each day, the thaw was not marked by a calendar. It was marked by Lisette.
“Priestess,” whispered the baker’s wife, kneeling. “My hens have stopped laying.”
Lisette had been chosen seven years ago, when her own mother—the previous priestess—had walked into the first rain of March and vanished into a spray of white blossoms.
