Chapter 19 Her Gift

• Lyra
• I arrived at the Luna's house just as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft golden hue across the hills. The evening air was cool, carrying the scent of pine and earth, Calista's favorite, I thought, as I walked up the gravel driveway. This is because I perceive this scent more than others here.
• Luna Calista greeted me at the door, her arms open wide, and that familiar warmth of her presence made the tension in my chest ease for the first time all day. Her hair was still a wild cascade of dark curls, and her eyes, they always seemed to be full of mischief. But I have known Calista to be anything but calm and gentle.