Iris
Jean-Luc wrapped me in his arms tightly as if I would fade away, disappearing into the wind if he let me go. Without saying a word, he teleported us to our room in the castle.
After a few minutes, he put some distance between us and cupped my face, his green eyes gazing intently into mine.
“Ma Louve. It’s dangerous. No one does it because the transformation process is excruciating, more than painful and likely lethal,” he explained.
“I feel that we will survive, Iris! We are survivors. We need this wholeness, the Goddess wholeness, it’s like this destiny thing,” Sapp pointed out.
I felt the same way: a confidence, a faith burning within my heart, told me that it was what I had to do. I was sure that this heart-light was my inner temple, where the Goddess inhabited inside me.
