Manifold are the Aspects of the Lady.
Say the heliomancers, there are 144, each with its own portent. The day's weather, the yield of the crops, even the destiny of a nation may be interpreted through careful observation and exact recording of the Lady's procession.
When in the morning she is bright and yellow as a day lily, she is then called the Girl. A clement sign. But when rising red as a goblet filled of blood, she is the Hag, and an omen of turbulence.
Veiled by haze in aftermorn she is the Mirror, also named in Iylum the Hor, a dram of silver. She then signals caution, or some say thrift.
At brightest apex, she is called by her name Beril (or Brill), and it is ill luck to deceive in sight of her countenance.
By evenfall if scarlet she is the Matron, assuring prosperity. Dire to see her gamboge and diffuse, for the Bane is a harbinger of ruin.
In her stead comes the Sentinel, the Night-Shepherd. He watches over, turning his eye to each country in turn, and ferries dreams down and back across the Deep Sea, from a thousand other worlds where gods and star-sailors have cast them up.
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