Dindi

Caught up in the Vision, Dindi still retained enough of herself to recognize the unearthly music that haunted the Corn Maiden’s dance. The tune tormented her, it was so familiar. Where, where, where have I heard it before? She strained to hear, but there were no words.

Then she remembered.

The Corn Maiden was dancing the tama of the Unfinished Song.

It was the simplest of dances. Bare feet on the grass, skipping in a circle, arms raised in joy. So stark, so beautiful. No wonder Mad Maba had thought she could do this tama, if she could do no other. Anyone, anyone at all, could dance this tama.

I can dance it! I can learn it from watching her.

If I only I can remember it. If only I can hold on and never let it go.

But the Vision went on, and she had no way to awaken from the past.