Sublime

A song like the echo caught in a seashell one of his tutors had brought him from his coastal travels, or the shimmer of a rainbow after a summer rain, tangled between the hills of the valley where he grew up.

“Feyou,” he said, placing her immediately. “But now you are a woman.” “I was always a woman,” Feyou said. “I just needed some time to become who I am.”