Illuma, you have grown so. Mother, I am the same size I was when I left. I am referring to your soul. You have seen more, felt more. You are a woman now, child. I am so proud of you. Illuma took a deep mental breath. Mother, if you could walk solid again, would you? A chance to be with your father again? Of course. Then, keep your mind open and follow the current that I give you. I will follow your lead, child. There was excitement in Lumina’s thoughts. Illuma leaned back and sent a micro layer of her mist out and coalesced it into the shape of her mother. She worked while her father watched and hoped. Illuma had mentioned the possibility to her father in the vehicle, and he had agreed with alacrity. He had never stopped loving his wife, even though the courts offered him a complete nullification of his marriage to allow him a chance at an heir.
