It was an inspiring sight. Watching Ambrose take his future into his hands emboldened Enheduanna, and she turned to the moon priestess. The high priestess, as Ravenna had called herself. "Will you teach me what you know?" she asked, a seed of hope stirring in her battered heart. If the mare didn't mind... she would promise to be a good and true student. As she stood there gazing at the mare, Ravenna was again haloed by the Harvest Moon, and the night's sky seemed to catch fire with it. Surely this was it. Surely this could be nothing less than the answer to her prayers.
Uta
spelldancer