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

fade? loved these two so much <3

So eager, without a moment’s pause. The golden hues that adorned the woman’s back called to mind a doe: gentle, poised, a creature of quiet grace.

„Of course.” A nod, a silent accord. The wind whispered softly, weaving through her fur, as if cradling the moment in its hush. Perhaps this was the weaving of destiny; two souls bound to the same path, unraveling God’s world side by side. With quiet resolve, Hemera lifted a paw, an unspoken invitation, an offering to step onto the ethereal path that stretched before them.