FOOTPRINTSSacred House, Ange’el
A day had passed since the trial when Sky stopped by, during the cover of night, and let herself in. She sat on the bed, held his hand, and stayed there for a while trying to conjure the few healing skills she had learned while at Ange’el. Looking at her cousin’s face as he slept, she wished with all her heart that she could take his pain away.
Sky remembered the gentle boy who used to be her companion during her youth. He had always worn an open, genuine smile, and he was trusting and supportive in all his words and actions. His ability to build up the people around him was still evident in the happiness and confidence of his children. She remembered the day they had been told that Gráinne, her mother, had died and her sister had disappeared. She had been
