And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
in light and in darkness
you howl to the moon
but belong to the sun
as it burns inside of you
For herself, she wanted sleet and ice, howling winds, thunder to shake the very stones of the Red Keep.
"Because, and you listen close, Steven. You always stand up.”
she loves flowers