"Why are you crying Naamah? Don't you know that's the sound Amtra makes when
there's about to be life?" Mara asked in a knowing, gentle way.
"Life?" Naamah hiccuped nervously, unsure of what Mara was saying.
"Yes, life, Naamah. We're going to have a new sister, or brother. A small one, smaller
than you, and we'll get to play with it."
"But Amtra... Sounds..."
"Hush, hush, Naamah. I know Amtra is making scary noises, but we don't have to be
scared. Amtra is just making those sounds because it's hard work, because it's not easy
to grab life and bring it out here."
"And that's what she's doing?"
"Yes. That's what she's doing. Do you remember what we're doing?"
"We're making crowns. From flowers, right brother?" Naamah's voice struck a hopeful
"Yes we are Naamah, good job."
"I'm making my crown for you to wear, 'cause your my favorite! You gotta put it on
"Right now Naamah?"
"Yes! You have to!" Naamah jumped up, and pushed down Mara's shoulder with
her left hand, causing her to bend down. The crown was in Naamah's right hand, and
Naamah stretched, bringing her right hand to the top of Mara's head where the crown
was dropped down into its precarious hold. "There," she said, as the crown fell, releasing
Mara. "Now you can't ever forget me."
"What?" Mara asked, half-laughingly.
"'Cause the crown. It means you're mine for forever and ever."
"Forever and ever, huh?"
"Mm-hmm. Now you put yours on me."