sighed and put a hand to her heart. “My goodness, so much is happening so quickly. My head has not stopped spinning from the wedding season.”
“Purple Mother, are you disappointed that I am still at home?” Leela asked, suddenly fearful that she was disrupting her mothers’ lives with her secret quest. “Would you like to have another daughter?”
“Oh, my sweet girl,” she said, wrapping her arm around Leela’s shoulders. “I only want you to do what is best for you, and if that means staying with us, then so be it. I am in no rush to bear another daughter—and Cerulean are not bound by restriction of age as human women are, so I have many more years of fertility ahead of me. You are not depriving me of anything.”
Her green mother took her hand and her orange mother said, “We love you more than anything, and that is all that matters.” Leela smiled and felt grateful that no matter what else was happening around her, there was one constant in her life, and that was the love between herself and her mothers. Regardless of the myriad ways her City was changing, that stayed the same.
The advent of the birthing season meant that the temple was crowded day and night. Orange mothers were constantly at prayer and green mothers would leave food in the Moon Gardens, at the feet of the statues of Aila, Dendra, and Faesa, in the hopes that the purple mothers of their triads would be chosen. It gave Leela no opportunity to inspect the moonstone in private, nor could she search for the secret place Elorin had mentioned. Not that she quite knew where to begin. Perhaps it was somehow connected to one of the acolytes’ chambers. Acolyte Klymthe, maybe?
Plenna was the first to be blessed by the High Priestess and sent to the birthing houses. Two more were chosen the following day. So Leela should not have been surprised when she ran into Kandra in the Moon Gardens the next afternoon.
Elorin was chattering to her excitedly—tonight was the Night of Song.
“Novice Cresha says we are to take the route that leads through the Night Gardens,” she was saying. “And to keep close by her side. I’ve been practicing the songs for two days. I hope I do not forget the words. Oh, look, it is Sera’s purple mother!”
Leela turned away from the statue of Aila, where several green mothers were leaving offerings, and saw Kandra walking up to them.
“Good afternoon,” Leela said politely.
“Good afternoon, Purple Mother,” Elorin said, and Kandra could quite not hide her wince. “I have not seen you here outside of daily prayers.”
“The High Priestess has asked to see me,” she replied. Her jaw was set, her eyes flat, and Leela felt a sinking in her stomach.
“Kandra Sunkeeper.” The High Priestess stood in the center of the gardens and beckoned Kandra to her with a warm and loving smile on her face. Leela felt her heart climb into her throat and hide there, pulsing against her neck.
Kandra went to her obediently. “Yes, High Priestess. You called for me.”
“I did. I have wonderful tidings.” The High Priestess placed her hands on Kandra’s shoulders. “You have been blessed by Mother Sun to have another daughter. You may leave for the birthing houses as soon as you are ready. What a joyful day for our City!”
Elorin let out a tiny gasp. Leela could not see Kandra’s face but her own head swam, the trees around her taking on a pale glow, the temple growing fuzzy. How could Kandra bear another child so soon after losing Sera? It was wrong. It was cruel. Kandra was rigid as the High Priestess kissed her forehead and then swept off to return to the temple. Leela watched helplessly as Kandra left the gardens in a daze without a backward glance, her shoulders hunched and her back bent.
“What a blessed day,” Elorin said, but the words sounded forced, more manners than feeling. “She will bear a child again.”
“Yes,” Leela murmured. She could not quite feel her legs underneath her, and her fingers were numb.
“I—I must get back to practicing,” Elorin said. “Excuse me.”
Leela hardly noticed her go. She staggered through the juniper trees until she collapsed in the grass next to the statue of Faesa, landing on her backside with a heavy thump. A dragonfly lighted on her knee, its wings purple and blue and lined with green. Leela felt it was judging her with its beady eyes.
Do something, it