*Dion*

She is beautiful, but then I have always found that to be true about her. Whether she had been angry at me for carting away her beloved horse, grief stricken for the same reason, overjoyed at the sight of Misty, standing toe—to—toe against women who wished her harm, gathering children about her like a mother hen with her chicks, defending my dream to my sister …

The beauty isn’t so much in the shape of her mouth, the curve of her chin, the slope of her nose, the green of her eyes. It comes from something that flows from deep within her, something that sometimes brings a glow to...