Posted December 24th, 2019
“Hey, Asroth, whatcha doin’?” Pelin had just tumbled through the wall of the Watchtower and was yammering before she had even righted herself. “Everything business as usual? Any surprises you’ve had to take care of?”
Asroth rolled his eyes and prayed to the Umana for patience.
Posted October 28th, 2019
The three-year-old toddled earnestly along the dusty path ahead of his mother. She had learned to keep a careful eye on him, especially when this spirit of mission appeared in the pumping of his chubby little legs and the swinging of his short little arms. She had also learned that, once he became fixed on a goal, there was little harm in letting him see it through.