( sanctamater )

  In all honesty, she almost regretted taking 
  matters into her own hands concerning her Prophet.
  Yet freedom was a rare and fragile thing, it seemed;
  and for now, it belonged to her and the squawking
  infant. While the babe balled meaty hands into fists
  and screeched her lungs out, a higher purpose called
  unto the Lamb and the two clueless woman seeking
  an answer. No, it was a divine purpose. With a sigh
  did she run hand through dishevelled hair, utterly
  at a loss. 

      “Yes, well —— You brought her here, Lutece.” Came the
        sharp reply from overtired mother. “I lack the knowledge.”

   Liberation among women hadn’t been common and those
who governed had been even less in numbers. Stead of perchance
persisting with the more popular ideals, having to turn in for days at
a time on account of motherly burdens, there would be time away
from the offspring she’d taken under her wing… Unnatural but
necessary for a woman of her stature. Signifying weakness hadn’t
been an option anymore.

   An undeniable truth, but her reason for the procedure hadn’t been
one which she had practically any say in... The Lady had known this
but it was rather evident through the ruddy hues that marked her eyes
that she meant no ill will– only had been irked (and understandably so).

                         “ I see. ” Finally remarking, making an effort to coddle though she’d
                              been at a terrible loss. Back and forth did she shift, as if an attempt
                              to sway the thing into sleep.