Telling myself I do this not for her, but for Jinn and Balor who revel in the change in temperature, I let her song weave through my mind again. With its haunting melody come more memories of childhood—traipsing through the countryside with my brothers, dogs bounding around us while we fished in streams and ignored the wood nymphs who strove to tempt us from our games. Even then, my older brother, Rain, could not ignore them for long.
