Holiness. She was close now. Matia hurried through the trees, clinging to the knitted satchel that held her paint pots and bark canvas. The forest sparkled with color—delicate yellows and pinks and creams. Brilliant blues and greens and rich browns. Shades Matia didn’t have names for since it seemed she was the only one who could see them. Read more...Roomies (Defenders of the Covenant short)
