Xochitl

Maziken had prepared much of the week for the celebration.  He made sure that the servants of the temple cleaned the marble floors and polished the statue of the Goddess.  He had them prepare several tables for the refreshments and retrieve a few bottles of wine from Nebyet's cellars.  He meticulously put together his gift for the mother and child, wrapping it in fine, deep violet silks. 

The day had finally come and the hour was near.  He stood near the entrance to Nebyet, waiting to greet any that would come help honour this mother and child.  From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Sybaryss approaching.  She carried a small basket at her side, a smile written across her lips.  Maziken returned her smile and looked curiously to her basket before he saw the little bundle of wolf pelts inside.

"Are we all prepared for tonight, Syb?" he asked with a bit of excitement.