In the darkness, she stirred, and I saw her. Aquamarine. Lady who is now, present, has become. She who with sisters three weave the lives from the well to nourish the tree. She spoke in a kind voice, soft but urging. "Through your mind, your soul, your consciousness, you will find your thread. Only through the threads may things be changed or altered. Only by grasping your own thread can you hope to find what you seek."
Fading, then her light, though bright, was not blinding. Away she rejoined her siblings. Pondering, I sit and wonder what her words meant. Was it literal, or was it metaphorical? Through contemplation is the key to deciphering that which deities speak. As Frigg once told me; "It is through symbology that you see into the wyrd, and it is through that perception of which you will find hidden meanings. Be wary, though, for you can only see so far. Your skill, no matter how great, will hinder you due to your circumstance of being."