The Thought that Counts

The weight of Talyssa's words settled over Rakia, she felt a new understanding unfurl within her, like a sprouting seed stretching towards sunlight. To have power over her own intuition—that was a thought she hadn't entertained before. Of course, that was something she already had. A skill she used regularly if she knew it or not. But knowing about it- identifying it did bring her some sort of intrigue.

Her gaze once again found the burial mounds, but now they were not hills made of fear or the unknown. They were hills of potential, hills of mystery that she held the power to unravel. A surge of liberation flooded through her, and she felt her chest inflate just a slight bit more.

As Talyssa concluded her lesson, Rakia nodded in silent understanding, the corners of her mouth curving up into a subtle smile. Her eyes seem to hold a spark of revelation. It was as if she had been carrying an unlit lantern this whole time, and Talyssa’s words were the flame that ignited it.

"Rakia Perreau"