The Heartwood dreams of the future

A quiet smile graced her lips as she brushed a pale shoulder against hers; a gesture not just out of devotion, but of certainty. In this fleeting touch, there was sealed” where Hemera walked, Periane would follow, and where the dove soared, the sandwoman would tread.
The names of the two men murmured in her mind; unknown, foreign names. First, a man Rhadamanthus; „If he listens, he surely heard Him,” she mused quietly. Yet a question lingered; would Rhadamanthus heed a woman? Could he accept that the Lord had granted a vision of their future to one of gentle grace? Traditionally, the men had been the obedient recipients of His word, but now the sacred gift had been bestowed upon her, too. And if he listened to Periane, then perhaps there was hope. The quiet strength he carried would favor them, as a whole.
Second, Erebos; fractured under His watchful eye. „If he is fractured, then God will make him whole again,” the priestess continued, voice filled with hope. It was the way of the Divine; to mend the broken under the light, reforge what had been lost in the shadows of the underworld. And yet, would a man ruled by dusk welcome the blinding light of the heavens? Too many questions.
Her gaze drifted, distant and contemplative, until it aligned upon the dove. Softly, she began once more, her voice measured, resolute: „If you believe they will follow,” a pause, „then let us seek them. Spread His revelation,” Another pause, a breath. Gently, stretched palm reached for the dove, tender and determined, „I trust your judgement.” Hemera stood as both a beacon and witness, ready to march the path lit by divine promise.