these superficial feelings are all i have left.
A maiden was married today. She prayed to me before she walked down the aisle, and I must admit I was taken by surprise. It has been years since a maiden of mine reached out at all, be it a time of crisis or a time of great joy. She was nervous, a fair thing to feel upon the precipice of such a great change, but thankful; she was proud of her maidenhood and her purity before me. She had gathered all of the lessons I had hoped she would, and had imbued herself, through her choices, with nobility and strength.
I do not wish for her to stay a maiden forever, as that is a choice I made but would not wish on the most wicked soul, but I shall miss her devotions. I, of course, wish more would share her path, but I fear I am lost to these modern times. I fear we all are. Mortals seem so much different these days, so sure of themselves and hedonistic, but so fragile. They cling to trappings and pleasures of the flesh to give them purpose, when in the years before they were content to let us guide them through obstacles and teach them the lessons of life. Are we simply figureheads now, idols and imagery in picture books? Do any mortals remember us?
I would so like to be remembered.