Kerrid watched the sky, a sullen stare at the encircling Star Serpent, a fervent prayer to the Spinner for some sign, any sign, some guidance. That sign came the third night.
She thought she’d entranced to the Web, yet there was no cold cutting wind, no taste of smoke and salt on the air in the Web.
But if she weren’t in the Web, then what were those lights, these wind-wafted veils of delicate hues?
Divines… pouring through the star-guarded hole. She’d found the pole that threads the world. The Omphalos.
91 words for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Omphalos
Sampled from The Pole That Threads, Bk 3 in The Spinner’s Game