The Gold Lady

Soft brown hair frames the face of the Gold Lady. Her head tilts to the side and she is softly singing. Her voice changes pitches and volume often. Her eyes are brown and flecked with gold as they look at the tapestry that seems to envelope her. She walks along it. Watching as each scene disappears as the present wipes it clean. She looks at the next hour and occasionally glances at the future years from now. How long she's been in her tower like room, with light coming in through the same windows that her song leaves, fails to come to her. She knows what will happen after the future is finished and she has no purpose, but it doesn't matter to her now. The song is her only concern. Her children are her tools. Her sisters collect and save her work. Eventually they will all be able to stop.

Author Note: This is the last chapter I think. Certainly took long enough for me to get over writers block. It's really weird, hmm? In case you are still confused…The White Lady/Children keep the bubbles/past safe. The Green Lady/Children collect the present in the form of bubbles (the present becomes the past almost instantly, thus they go to the White Lady/Children). The Gold Lady/Children influence and 'weave' the future, I guess weave works. Oh, even better! They protect the future and shape it.