*"That night, she prepared herself. She bathed in flowers and scented herbs. She placed a long string of yellow beads around her neck that hung between her pert breasts with its dark full nipples. The light of the bond fire burned bright and Sirene’s skin was luminous as she danced barefoot around it. Her eyes took on an eerie glow as she moved rhythmically to the drums. Her grandmother knew instinctively that her grandchild was calling her mate this very night."*
