Tears of Lilit

A strange tide awakens me as Lussi snoozes til midday, his arms possessively clutched around me.

“Huh? Whastat? 

Static wet and deep as Rahab’s abyss seems to reach out to me from the ether, across the ages, and jolts my lion garnet cabochon ring into a fizzled tremor. 

Groggy, I rub my eyes, shaking my hand like a geriatric monkey as it stings. 

Confused and perturbed, I do not know what to expect:

A strange woman stands at the balustrade of our bridal chamber, out on the widow’s walk over the wide pavilion and frozen ice gardens. She has snow owl wings, icy blonde hair, and grass green eyes. She is adorned in traditional Peri attire, and a seaweed dark, venomous serpent’s tail twitches below her naked waist. 

Her skin is dark olive, in stark contrast to her burning green eyes and light, sun-bleached hair. 

I balk. A Peri? In my bedroom?

I attempt to speak, but no words