Vienna put the book away. She had flipped through it and come across a section that talked about the other women who had the healing touch. Reading the passage triggered memories of her sisters, and her childhood friend Isabel always telling her that she had a magic touch.
Vienna also read about the time they had run into other people who had different abilities and gifts. Some of them were good; others were bad. Her ancestors learned to be wary of others and trust their instincts. Everyone had the potential to be good or bad, but her ancestors believed that individuals should be judged on their own actions, and not on the group or race.
Smiling, Vienna could hear Ziva's high-pitched squeal, and she looked out of the window. Tiara was the first one she saw, followed quickly by Ziva. Slow
