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

periane watched her closely, the fervor in her voice, the certainty etched into every word. faith was a fire in this woman—blazing, unyielding, all-consuming.
periane exhaled softly, though whether in thought or quiet resignation, she did not say.
then he sees me still, she murmured, more to herself than to hemera.
the sandwoman’s name was given freely, carried on a voice that did not waver. periane held it in the quiet space between them before offering her own.
periane, she said, dipping her head ever so slightly. it is what i have always been called.
her gaze lingered on the woman, studying, weighing.
you are certain in your path, she observed. tell me, sister hemera—does the fire never waver in you?