Lumen stood at the edge of the ancestral crater garden watching the first light of dawn paint the sky in soft hues of gold and rose. Several years had passed since Mira's birth and the family had grown in both number and depth of connection. At twenty eight Lumen carried herself with the mature confidence of one who had bridged worlds and nurtured new life. Her body had softened and strengthened in equal measure from pregnancy and the demands of stewardship. Her breasts remained full and heavy with a gentle sway that spoke of motherhood while her hips and thighs curved generously inviting touch. The fractals across her skin now held subtle new patterns that shimmered with the echoes of birth and creation.
Cassian remained her constant anchor. His powerful frame had filled out with the res
