muscles relaxed and he settled more easily against the tree trunk, she smiled. Yup, she was right where she needed to be.
* * * *
Across the island base, flowers bloomed and trees grew three inches that day. The caretaker put her heart and soul into the island and it flourished in that moment, preparing for the changes that would come.
Author’s Note
So, we went back to W’lyn. There will be more of Beryl, more of Wren, and the other Guardians will be back in Molten . A metalwork artist chooses a life in the stars where her burning touch can be part of her occupation without hesitation.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
http://www.violagrace.com
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Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.