Livia"s cottage was nestled behind the circle of homes. The view from her front porch faced the backside of the Lodge. The windows of her home were made from the same colorful stained-glass designs as her father"s home.
As a young girl, Livia’s life had been spared by Snowystra, but she’d suffered greatly as a result. While she was captive, she was forced to silently witness the a***e of her people. Her tapestries recorded their stories. I didn"t understand the magic inside her, but I knew the threads of knowledge flowed through her. They told her the future. This led her to predict that a Butterfly would be their savior.
“Come, let me look at you,” Livia cried, opening her arms wide to welcome us. She looked half the age she did when I’d seen her last. Her once silver hair was, now, a g
