Firefly Glen "Through the Refiner’s Fire" (Malachi 3:3)

As much as she did not like to admit, she had been there herself. Doubtful, alone, without a light. But when she dedicated her life to Him, suddenly the world seemed brighter. Everything snapped into place, perfect and pure as all things should be. „He does, yes.” Muttering under breath, soft and soothing.

Fairy body shifted under the woman’s gaze, as if watched by the Lord Himself. You never know through whose eyes God is watching you. And, perhaps, He was doing so now. Testing her faith, her clarity, her worthiness. And she proved once more she was worthy. Under her hymn, she continued, „Share His word with the pagan world,” her eyes opened wide, as if struck by a revelation.

Hemera focused on the priestess, narrowing her eyes, the tip of her soft lips curling into a smile once more, „Hemera, sister. What shall I call you?” pointy ears turned to her, lingering.