Nescio (6)

NESCIO (6)

The sister and brother, once close to another, were now separated by geography and time. Politely brought up, if stuck in a corner, they'd both say they felt fine.

But, the prickly priestess,
Though partially blind,
Saw through their facade
And it troubled her mind.

Her home was a mess: full of clutter and memories. She housed millions of testimonies of those who had visited her and begged know of their fate, then bequeathed her their property when they found it too late to atone for their past and recover their future.

She hitched up her knickers and located the step-ladder.

In the attic she found what she'd been searching for: she crept down the step-ladder and closed the loft door.

Well. As far as she could see (limited, certainly) the brother was settled: sort of happily. But the sister, she continued to roam, always alone and in search of a home.

'The child needs love', the priestess decreed. Then she got out her culdren, began cooking with speed.

I give you the gift
Of a love unconditional.
The caveat:
It can't be eternal.

She decided she deserved a bottle of wine to celebrate her act of good will.