I sat on one of the roots of the giant oak tree at Windrise, my red and yellow hair and fur flowing in the gentle breeze. I was reading INK, IRON, AND GLASS by Gwendolyn Clare and I was so focused on my book that I didn’t notice your presence. A small beam of sunlight managed to peek through the large canopy held up by the oak tree and land on my right hand where my soulmark is. A singular black heart outline that really stood out against my fair skin.