May those who follow their fate be granted happiness . . .
A lithe figure with wheat-colored hair and emerald eyes.
The air around them ripples with color; at their hip, some
sort of miniature instrument is hooked. A harp, or a lyre.
Maybe a flute.
to even their appearance, which is decidedly epicene --
they are another fool follower of Mestra, undoubtedly.
Toss them a coin?
. . . May those who defy it be granted glory.