“I have them too,” I whisper, and the Moonplume blinks. I swallow the swelling lump in my throat and study those welts, moving forward a step. Another. “You can’t see mine,” I rasp, stepping over a web of hairline cracks in the ground. “Not anymore.” I release my truth like a charred skeleton dredged up from the shore of my icy lake, spat on the stone beside this beautiful, broken creature.
