The darkness was memory.

“The sylph twitched – acknowledgement – and a tendril of shadow blossomed like a…”

“There's always the option of deciding for yourself who you are and what you'll …”

“I've never had a home before." That must have been all the sweets talking; I'd …”

“maybe not insane, just stupid. "Eighteen. She moved us when I was still and inf…”