Part 2

There was a sound, like the rustle of feathers and then a blossoming warmth, as though someone had just dropped a log on an open fire.

Lily blurted "Tell me you just saw that!" and grabbed Marshall's arm. They'd both gone horribly pale.

"What? What?" Robin said irritably, twisting awkwardly in the booth to look behind her, ( Read more... )

Robin found it hard to sleep because her dreams were too bright. Every night they blazed against her eyelids, colours and textures entwined and confused. Everything was white as snow, but warm, like velvet against her skin.

Lily made assumptions, as she always did, fitting Robin's problems into the snug frame of her own experience. Lily called ( Read more... )