My fingers cramped, twisting into themselves under the warmth of the robe holding my shoulders down with the weight of stars and mist. Surely such things had no weight, floating in peaceful softness around me. The sparkling lights that outlined my neckline twinkled their delight, the robe of swirling eddies as light as air. And yet combined, with the storm of echoing thunder in the distance churning in my curls, faint pops of lightning a constant reminder of my new role, the robe I ...