They laid at her feet baskets of apples and loaves of bread. In all her traveling, she pondered what use she would have for possessions when she took to the stars once again.
“I danced along the rings of Saturn and they melted under my feet. I made the moon blush at her own reflection. I have seen the death of a giant, so red and fiery,” she spoke and the villagers sang her praises.
Their songs and pounding feet ushered in the fall harvest. They saw her as a deity, though she was merely a wanderer without a home.