As Emma looked back on her relationship with her grandmother, she realized that the gap between them had been a result of her own immaturity. She had been too quick to judge, too slow to understand. But as she matured, she came to appreciate the richness of her grandmother's life and the wisdom that came with age.
Kael forced his eyes to stay open. He watched the slow dance of the moons. He saw the faint, shimmering ribbon of the galaxy. Slowly, the panic in his chest began to unknot. The sky wasn't a predator waiting to strike; it was a canvas. It was indifferent, yes, but vast enough to contain him. maturegapers