Scheherazade is a storyteller by birth, trade, and choice. She would have it no other way, not for all the stars of the night sky nor the moon and sun, moved by the hands of the Great Ones. She has set out on this "forbidden" journey to find a new story, her own story. How she laughed, running from the admonishing voices of the Elders, hopping over brush and undergrowth she'd known since she had been new.

She spreads her arms wide, bathing in the Great One's gift, another day of sunlight. She knows many hardships await her, yet she cannot help but smile, wide and free, in this miracle of day. The rays falling through the green canopy above her dapple the lush grass like warm rain, and the blossoming Jacroba trees sprinkle down their petals, a purple and blue shower that creates the scenery of the next chapter of her own story.