Chapter 137
August 1st – 3,390 BC
Earth: Village of Assur
NINSIANNA
Her friends jammed into her tiny bedroom like dried dates stuffed into a jar for storage. Of the most blessed days to be married, Arah Ululu, [170] when the earliest grain could be harvested, halfway between the summer solstice and the autumn Akitu festival, was especially auspicious.
"It's crooked," Mama said.
"It is not!" Homa said. "She's just standing crooked."
"Is too," Gisou agreed with Mama. "You sewed the flower into the seam. See?"
"We need to rip out that fringe and redo it," Mama said.
"Mama!" Ninsianna cried out. "There's no more time!"
For the past week, she'd been so busy training new archers that she hadn't had time to finish embroidering her bridal shawl. She'd finally resorted to inviting her a
