Whitebark Stream gold

Daylily felt heat rise to her skin as Dawn nearly showered her in praise. She looked away from her new leader in embarrassment, but somewhere deep in her heart was a glow of pride. She would do her best, she knew that much. And she was glad to have been given a chance to prove herself.

To distract away from her shyness, Day focused back on the questions Dawn had asked about Ostara and the Lady. “Where I come from, in Oakstead, we worship the Lord and the Lady, also known as the Horned God and the Mother Goddess. The Lord is represented by the sun and sky, by summer, and by the horned creatures that roam the earth, like deer and moose.” She paused, thinking now of the Goddess. “The Lady,” she said, “is represented by the moon, the earth, water, and springtime.

We also follow the Wheel of the Year, a grouping of eight holy days celebrating the turning of the seasons. Ostara is the celebration of spring. We plant seeds in our gardens, collect berries and other edible plants, hunt small game and fish to begin restoring our caches. We revel in the return of green and the budding of trees and flowers.” Daylily could not help the smile that came to her lips. “It is a joyous time.” Suddenly, she realized she had been rambling on for some time, and her ears pulled back along her head. “Forgive me, I could speak of such things forever.”