Motes danced in the morning's first sweltering rays. Hektor savoured two plain, poached eggs, resolving to take some home one day. His mind's eye showed his home's rituals, worlds away, mrul-filled bowls steaming. He smelled its comforting decadence. Soon. Outside, planting seedlings, Hektor trained his mind toward his Earthen students, out too, exploring, growing. He... Continue Reading →