smoke that stained the air, she concealed it well. She had died many years ago but had returned to live alongside her mortal love. Their time together had been simple but fulfilling. When he had eventually passed, silver-headed and weathered by the generous years given to him, she had gone with him to the mists, much to the shock of the gods. I had not seen her again after that, maybe because that was when the conflict between the Underlings and Skywards flared bright and violent.
