Avoiding PursuitShimmering dust motes descended onto the woman’s upraised face. Her pale skin showed the first faint etchings that would deepen into wrinkles with the coming years, and her hair a few fine glimmerings of white. As the motes settled these signs of age faded, her eyes shifting from a dull, muddy brown to a glowing amber. She looked around, saw the two small children seated near her and rushed over to gather them in a joyous hug, the sleeves of her voluminous over-gown engulfing the children. Batting the sleeves away, the little girl, pigtails swinging, laughed and kissed her mama, while the little boy, older and more solemn, held back, though his eyes sparkled with happiness.
Mina, standing in front of the Creator’s chair, found it hard to feel the elation that had come with
