Like the silver workings of the spider’s web, my life seems to be remade over night. Ironwood received a message late last night. He must leave Santooshka and travel to the eastern Civil Lands. He does not need to say the words, but I know he fears he will not return. He has asked my hand in marriage, a small token to hold dear to my heart in face of the impending emptiness.
It is a fine thing that our Santooshkan Vale revels in impromptu festivals! Our Lughnasadh celebrations are usually quite small with only the valley’s inhabitants attending. Once again this cycle, I give thanks for our bountiful gardens and prosperous woodland gleanings.
Juniper’s cottage was filled with the sweet chirruping of sparrows, as they alight on the sills to take the freshly inked invitations from GreyStone’s hand. Azalea wandered around the meadow picking wild flowers. Juniper has left her spinning wheel to help me sew my gown. The cavern weavers sadly refused my desire for new cloth, quoting the wrong season and lack of time. It is just so, I have mountains of small scraps, and we will sew them together. A perfect symbol for my past transforming into my future.
Two great things are occurring. It is no surprise that I feel as if my soul is shining and spilling out into the ether. My wedding, and Juni’s and my decision to reach out to the Purblinds. In a dream, Juniper saw our “other selves” and it planted the seed, which we have nurtured into a realized action. We will create the secret Society of Moss and Lace. Moss for Santooshka and the Still Water Way and Lace to symbolize the interconnectedness of not just the fay folk but of all peoples who wander the earth.
It is not necessary to emphasize our need for secrecy. If even the slightest hint of our rebellion reaches the Queen, I have no doubt that Titania will follow through with her threat of banishment. Despite the heavy consequences, Juniper and I must do what we feel is right. I can not deny the Still Water prophecies. It has become our obligation to open the eyes of as many Purblinds as we can, even if it is only one. They deserve to know magic is real, and that the Earth Mother is alive.
After my dear Ironroot leaves, I will be able to give myself completely to this new cause. Juniper and I know what we want to accomplish, but the exact means still evade us. Despite the worry in Ironroot’s eyes, he knows he can’t keep me from this task. The three of us have spent many evenings this week discussing the Society. Juniper and I have decided to keep this from the changelings at the moment. We are truly an odd assortment of people, preparing for a wedding by day, and making furtive battle plans by night.
My Husband (even though that will not really be true until tomorrow),
I know when you read this you will be far outside the protective veil of my Santooshka. I have secreted this small package into your belongings, if only to gladden your heart, and bring a smile to your beautiful face. And perhaps too, because it is difficult for me to speak of separation when we are just about to be joined.
It will be an easy task to bind the two of us, because I know we are already one. The universe brought us together and neither of us expected to be to be so intertwined, especially at this moment. We are like knotted macrame, so many different ropes fasten us together, but also take us in different directions. You outward on your clandestine sojourns while I must stay grounded in Santooshka to begin the Society with Juniper. Even though our paths will take us different places, our cause is the same.
Place this enchanted locket in the light of the full moon. The rays of Luna will connect us no matter where are we are. Words that are spoken into the open locket at midnight will be written in moon beams for me to read. I will not be able to respond, but I will know that you are safe.
Juniper sends this Moss Amulet. We believe whole heartily that it played an essential role in reviving her after her entanglement with the trolls this spring. It is a small part of Santooshka and thus a small part of me.
Travel safe, my other half. I know your commitment to spread the Mother Earth Rebellion is as strong as your love for me. If you sense the path ahead of you is is diverging into two futures, I beg you, please, choose the way that will bring you back to me.
The Wedding of Magnolia & IronRoot