Ganieda is in Central Park today as well, trying to get the fuzzy-headedness of her first Mass out of her head. That was a most strange ritual, indeed.
It is rather hard to re-connect with the goddess Rhiannon without horses to ride through the woods, but at least being outdoors is helping. She picks her head up to look around again. It was amazing how in this gargantuan city there was somewhere as nearly peaceful as this, though there were reminders of where she truly was all over.
She sees the young woman walking very quickly, and wondered where she was going so fast. And why was she not running instead of walking in that strange manner?