Standing before Sati was the object of her meditation. Thick anklets encircled his feet. His complexion was a ruddy golden color, his form streaked with ash adding a rugged beauty to his divine form. Tiger skin around his waist and the strongest hands in all of creation. Sati wasn’t sure if she was ready to look into the face of the one she had been praying to for so long. What did one do when they finally came face to face with the answer to their prayers?