Heart stood in the stone doorway.
The early chill was sharp.
Her breath made clouds of soft mist.
Kip sat beside her, his furry shoulder warm against her leg.
Heart stared at the yellow-orange glow in the valley below. The river of fire looked even stranger in the dark.
Heart knew that the sun would rise soon.
When it did, she would have to leave.
"I wish you could stay," Tibbs said from behind her.
Tibbs looked tired.
He and Joseph had worked hard to finish Moonsilver's armor quickly.
"I don't want to leave," Heart admitted. She felt...