The Crow

Back at the treehouse, August sent Greta a text letting her know what number to reach her at.

'Hi Greta, this is August!'

'Hey sis! I'm coming over tomorrow with Sam and his mom, Sylvia. She is a reiki master and lovely person in general. Does 9 am sound okay?'

'Sounds good!'

'Great. Are you doing okay? Graeme told me he had council work tonight.'

'Yep! All good here.'

'Okay, sis. I'm sending a link for meditation I want you to check out. I think it will really help! Let me know if you need anything, okay?'

'Will do. Thanks, Greta!'

With that, August pulled out the paper and drawing pencils Graeme had gotten her and drew the curious crow she had met in the forest, embellishing it with an aura that seemed to shimmer around it, accentuating the glimmer of light in its eyes.