Taethath Serdanhia

SCENE I. Twilight, in the fallow courtyard at the Kyralian Academy, Logopolis.

AT RISE: TAETHATH walks through barren raised beds, which once housed flowers. The ceremonial pyre burns in the background.

TAETHATH:

You plucked those ruddy roses with all the red of rue,

Deriding me for biding time, my branches slowly grew.

And as those scarlet blossoms fade, as flowers surely do,

Sticks and boughs I'll gather: bows and arrows made of yew.

((TAETHATH stops to let some STUDENTS cross her path; they are late to evening meditation. Once they exit, she continues.))

But, deep within the brambles brushed, half-forgotten, pale of hue,

Are all the thorns you left behind that pricked your fingers through,

With buds that lingered dormant, waiting rested, blooming new,

Untouched by spite's shaping shears, and fed by what is true.

Settie Taethath Serdanhia&Adept Hathir Sauros