Forever Mine and I Yours,

Bette

After reading the letter she lays it down carefully on the bed. From the moment she read the words “My Dearest Tina” tears began to fall from her eyes onto her cheeks. To hear Urenas life had been stilled an overwhelming feeling of pain consumed her. She remembered the day both Gaia and Cybele arrived at their home introducing a young Urena as their daughter. Her smile was wide with excitement and to the surprise of her and Bette she greeted them both with a welcoming hug. As the years past they watched the little girl grow into a fine young woman who sought to follow in the footsteps of Gaia in becoming a soldier against Cybeles wishes. More tears fell from her eyes as she thought of the anguish one felt in losing a child. Especially, for Cybele and Gaia who similar to her and Bettes situation weren’t able to have children of their own. Although, she carried no shared blood Urena was in fact their daughter and Gaia and Cybele were her mothers her heart ached for them both. Clearly Bette dealt with a great deal in her journey other than hearing the heart wrenching news about Urena she was overjoyed to hear she had arrived in Natticulus safely. She was alive and well and spoke of her longingness to return to her loving arms. She sat on her bed a few moments before reaching over and removing a specially prepared animal skin to write on, a metal pen, and ink. Now, that Bette held a temporary residence in Natticulus she too had experienced a great deal in her absence and hoped to see her informed as well. Before dipping her pen into the ink she paused to pray to the Gods for her wife’s safe return and for added strength for Cybele and Gaia.

Lesbiannicus…..

A sheet of thick fog fell over the city and for the first time in months there was a crisp cold front sweeping through the air. Walking down the lit hidden tunnel Jennicus donned a black suede hooded cloak with a thick lamb skinned coat to cover her. As her sandals pounded away at the ground her feet were welcomed with the feel of splashing water from standing puddles. Her stride was long, her arms swayed back and forth at her side, and the determined look on her face told she was a woman with a purpose. Letting the lit torches illuminate her path she finally reached the end pushing open the heavy steel door. There awaiting her were two of her legions dressed in full battle armor. Seeing her appear they all take a knee bowing before her.