Who: Sif (mountain_ashes) & Mot (divinemot) What: Confused goddess is confused. Where: NYC When: Wednesday
There was blood on the abandoned kitchen knife and on her hands, dripping from her fingertips, leaving small dots of crimson on her clothes, the tiles, the carpet, the keyboard. Of only minor importance in the past, almost completely forgotten in the present, Sif had no defences left.
September used to be golden, golden as the ripening crops, golden as her hair. Her hair. Where had the long, thick strands of gold gone? Her husband would be so upset if he found out it was gone - again. Staring into the mirror she touched her face, eyes widening at the red streaks that appeared.
It was not her fault last time. Not her fault the trickster had sneaked in and shorn her head. People would laugh if they saw her now. They mustn't see her.
Harvest time. It was time to bring it all in. Golden crops - if she could find the golden fields, she could repair the damage. Venturing back into the kitchen, the goddess picked up the kitchen knife and wandered out onto the streets in search of wheat. But here everything is grey and dull, concrete wrapped around steel, tall monsters reaching for the skies, threatening to fall and bury her under them.
Pulling the scarf tight around her shoulders, the hand holding the knife hidden underneath it, Sif meandered through the canyons of New York.