Dakra walked outside with a basket of freshly washed laundry clasped in both hands. She glanced around the clearing to see if she could spot her daughter. Flindra had gone for a walk shortly after breakfast and hadn’t returned. She frowned as she glanced at the afternoon sun and started hanging the clothes out to dry on the lines stretched between a post and the south side of the cottage.
"Be with her, Spirit," she prayed.
Dakra's relationship with the Divine was simple and direct. She'd often have prayerful conversations with Him as she worked.
"Flindra's troubled," she continued in a low voice. "She won't say anything, but I know her too well to be deceived. Please guide my words so that I might comfort her. I really want to find some way to help ease her troubled heart. Help me to help her."
Leudh's voice interrupted her prayers. He was calling the twins into his house. Dakra smiled at the sound and was touched by an insightful idea to send him to speak with Flindra. They'd always been close and he might be able to soothe her troubled heart.
"Thank you, Spirit," she murmured. "It's a good idea to send Leudh. Thank you for helping me to see that."
Her own heart felt peaceful as she hung the rest of the laundry. She basked in the comforting knowledge that the Spirit was with her and her family. He would never leave them without hope.
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