Maya

They were seated in the meditation hall as a young woman in a black robe came up. She had curly dark hair, and skin like creamy coffee.  Her name was Maya.  Shiara was intensely interested in her.

Maya had several things in her hands… a book and some papers and some objects that she kept dropping.

Wow, thought Shiara, she is not a very together goddess either!

As Maya juggled her belongings, a small squeak was heard.  Stifled laughter sprinkled over the gathering.

Maya put her things down next to her zafu at the front of the room, and she lit a candle and a stick of incense on the altar that faced the gathering.  She stepped backwards and bowed gracefully to the altar.  She then took another step backward.  Her foot landed on an object next to her cushion, and the sound of a loud squeak-toy filled the room. No one in the room could contain their laughter. Shiara watched with wonder.  Maya hung her head as she fastened a small microphone to her robe.

“I can see that I made my point rather quickly,” she said, as she took her seat on the floor.  She had a soft, resonant voice, as if someone had struck a gentle bowstring.  The bowstring belonged to Geo’s heart.

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