The Linnet's Wings Archive 2013 - Page 23

Moon Goddess "Well, you can kill the next one, Dean." "I don't want the next one. The night's yours, Ginny – or should I say, Theseus." Ginny rolled away from Dean. Overhead, more bats circled the field. She had drawn first blood; the night was rightfully hers. She slapped at a hungry mosquito, and remembered only female mosquitoes bit people. She took a deep breath. "Then the night's mine, Dean. Because you lost, you owe me a wish. I wish you to tell me the story about Ariadne and Theseus again." Ginny rolled side to side, smoothing the grass until it was flattened beneath her. Dean snuck a glance at the gentle mounds beneath her shirt. He loved to watch them rise and fall with her breathing. Ginny was changing, somehow growing up faster than he was. He felt a stirring in his pants and squirmed to reposition so she didn't notice. Ginny closed her eyes and imagined a ship with black sails setting off for Crete. She suspected Dean was being stubborn, so she started the story. ". . . Ariadne fell in love with Theseus at first sight. She gave him a sword and a ball of string. She told him to tie the string to the door of the Labyrinth so he could find his way out after he slayed the Minotaur . . ." Dean continued the story. ". . . Ariadne fell asleep on the Island of Delos, and Theseus put out to sea on his ship with the black sails, leaving her behind." Ginny rolled up on one elbow and squinted so she could see Dean's face when he answered. "Why do you think he left her behind on the island?" "I don't know.” Dean shrugged. “Maybe he was afraid what his father would say if he brought her home." "Why would he care? I mean, she saved him and all those other people's lives. Didn't he love her?" "Sure, he loved her." Dean squirmed and gazed up at Corona Borealis. He had the sense that Ginny was sailing away from him right here, right now, and he felt desperate to stop her. The silhouette of a soaring bat sailed between him and the constellation. Dean looked around for his racquet. Maybe the night isn't a total loss. He searched the sky for the bat to sail past again. When did everything change between us, he wondered. I know it's different, but I don't know why. Dean glanced over at Ginny. Her face was in profile, and the sight of it made his chest ache. A cloud from the east crept closer; he hoped it would block the constellation. Dean didn't care if he ever saw Corona Borealis again. Ginny struggled to remember the last details of the story. It was the best part, she knew. Then it came to her: Ariadne became the goddess of the shining moon, the spiral dance, and swirling stars. Standing up, Ginny spun in circles with her head thrown back. She kept her eyes on the moon, and the stars swirled in a magical spiral dance. After several spins, she fell back onto the grass, satisfied. She had seen the swirling stars. She had done the spiral dance. She was the moon goddess. The seven stars of Corona Borealis twinkled in the distant heavens. Dean stood and picked W