"You've come!"
"Few people ever come here!"
Aditi turned her gaze, her serene face inevitably revealing a smile.
The young girl was draped in a red saree, luxurious silk wrapping her sensual waist, her hips perky, plump yet full of vitality.
This girl, she recognized her!
"Yes!"
"In the rites of my father's sacrifice, many offerings were prepared. I thought of you and a few great-grandmothers living in seclusion, practicing asceticism, with no time to prepare offerings, so I brought some over."
The beautiful girl held the golden plate in both hands, her charming smile respectful as she spoke.
Aditi's mouth curved slightly, her eyes filled with satisfaction.
"You truly are a different child."
"Shachi!"
Aditi smiled gently.
She tilted her head slightly, her eyes twinkling, observing the several golden pots in Shachi's arms on the golden plate, knowing they must contain prepared offerings like milk and clarified butter.
Shachi was the daughter of King Danava Brahman.
