In a churning of serpentine, raven dark locks which float around her body, her hair crisscrosses into a sacred veil which wraps around her with tangles as tendrils arcing out to fill us through touch with the love of the land (the hills and meadows bless us through her). When she parts her hair to let it fall down her back, her body is a puzzle of rotating keys which spin in segments along her torso, that various arrangements might unearth the future of our needs.
She guards the local underworlds where the souls of those in this city have become severed from their body due to trauma. In crypts in the Great Below they are bound and guarded until their bodies are ready for their return.
Her steed is a midnight black rabbit which carries her through the brush. She scoops up acorn secrets along the way so that Ge's hatchlings might receive the mystery of their moment's need. She is the rabbit, as the rabbit is her.
I honor her along with other household gods and spirits on Agaithos Daimon, a hellenic ritual you can read more about here.
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