The black jaquar padded forward into the masjid from its phazing, subtly seen portal, sitting down with no sound within the edge, and waited for her attention to acknowledge its form blending withon the sanctuary’s shadows.
Positioned to her right, it seemed to ask why she was praying to a man’s desert god as her tears glistened with heartfelt emotion.
She had asked to know the truth and to be guided along her own soul’s path in her struggles against societal resistance to stay true to and advocate for a man far away in another land.
And now, a sacred cat from the lush forests such as those of Origin’s creation had arrived, giving comfort by its strenth’s warm, resilent presence, reawakening and reminding her of her own greater mysteries that were being traded for a life of indenturement.
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