Tiny yearning tugged at me. What would I find, if I could find my way there?
That power. Lips could lie but power could not.
I was in a van with Robin Goodfellow and some Shadow’s Breath rando, and I had no idea where we were headed.
Flames dance thanks to exothermic reactions, a process that releases energy to its surroundings in the form of heat and light.
So did she.