Minerva remembers a love long lost and releases an ancestral vow to open her heart to love again.

“I finally saw an older woman, but older in the way that suggests youth could be found beneath layers of weariness, undue stress, and the pain of trying to fit into a world that simply isn’t ready for your gifts. I reach out to touch her hand and find myself passing through the water into her timeline…”

Hair alchemist, Roxie’s ancestral memory of a wise weaver who created a cloak to keep the village warm but watched it become a cloak of invisibility.