Mind Yourselves

Setekh stood in silence, his eyes fixed on Talyssa as she held up the insignificant weed. Her words about not judging by appearances settled deeply within him. The contrast of the green leaves against the snow -- her metaphor coming to life. His molten gaze lit up with delight.

As she continued, her voice steady and filled with conviction, Setekh grinned faintly, the thought of him having any flaws laughable; but he kept his composure. Strengths and flaws, appearances being deceiving, she was on the nose about that. Look at them all. So ignorant to God gracing them with his presence.