The voices couldn’t be ignored. She wondered what it would be like if it was her they were calling. Sigh.. It was only poets who called on her.
She watched the shimmering train of her cousin’s dress fly by her. She wasn’t very fond of this side of her family. Their rich gowns humbled her homespun clothes eventhough they were spun from gold.
Jealousy nipped at her as she heard the chant grow louder.
“…I wish I may, I wish I might
I wish my wish comes true tonight.”
Then again, she knew the poets immortalized her in their words.