The Pilot

The Pilot - 

The only Dabta Star Child

Remaining 

in all the known universe.

Say anywhere you want to be

And they will take you there.

They are they but they are One.

TOKoloshi

TOKoloshi

Remember when you were small and you tried to jump from the

Door to your bed

Because

SOMETHING would bite

Your legs off

If they managed to

Grab you - from the dark

These are them.

I am one.

Sienna

SIENNA’’s story –

or Shahrazad

as she is more commonly

known:

Aside from a lifetime of moments - 1001 nights to    be exact, Sienna lives in her mind-life in the  deserts of between, as sister companion to  Magenta.  One has to pass many years on duty holding up the world.

She did not really mind the Sultan - aside from his penchant for head-taking    and thunderous temper, he had treated her with courtesy.

And in the end he had let her go-  she needed the heat of dunes and the blistering vortex of sandstorms to catch just one grain.  One grain in which she would gaze upon another world.

    

     Note:

It has been speculated by historians that the tales of Shahrazad, by occupying the Abbasid Caliphate heralded the golden age in which the ink of a scholar was deemed more holy than the blood of a martyr.  This included the establishment of The House of Wisdom in Baghdad (one of the more permanent homes to The Jar).

Hypatia

Hypatia wondered in perplexity if

Eudoxus of Cnidus

held the key

to unlocking the Bridges Between.

Her  laurel wreath of philosophy, made of spineless witches broom  sat prickly and awkward on her head.

The festivities were  plain annoying and she JUST wanted to return to her closet at the library.  

Mother of course would do her head in - if she was not already spitting feathers over Hypatia’’s

Ink sodden fingers which pulled at the cream linen of her dress -– now not so pristine.

She had this FEELING the answer would lie over The Black Sea -– no -– not the one YOU know -– the other one. She kept thinking of Eudoxus’’s phrase

“it allows rigorous treatment of continuous quantities and not just whole numbers or even rational numbers". Theon her father (who knew of her true position) remained more sympathetic. Life is hard, and solutions must be sought by  The Women Who Hold Up the World.

At least the Red Giraffe had finally revealed himself.

Magenta

Magenta.

Even though the wind had blown too hard –for a solstice storm,

When the moon had shone too red

And the sky been too dark,

Her mother had known that

Magenta

Would herald

Things too strange to contemplate.

She  learnt to wait.

It had not taken long for the bridges to appear in the strangest places, nor for Magenta to be No-Where found.

She always said she was

“Between”

Even before THOSE ONES said that there was such a place, but none could enter anymore.

The bridges “Between”

Had been severed.

Until Magenta.