A woman who's a serpent must something sacred be, and so I say:
"Let's free her of these nets," and we untangle her. I look at the woman with a seal skin round her waist, and the woman with a soaked dress, and down at the snake-woman, and I wonder.
"Can you speak?" I ask the snake-woman. "You knew her name," I say to the blonde one in a wet dress. "Where did you come from?"
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Date: 2011-03-15 05:46 pm (UTC)"Let's free her of these nets," and we untangle her. I look at the woman with a seal skin round her waist, and the woman with a soaked dress, and down at the snake-woman, and I wonder.
"Can you speak?" I ask the snake-woman. "You knew her name," I say to the blonde one in a wet dress. "Where did you come from?"