Redhawk Caldera I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti

Elwood didn't know, which surprised the youngster. Didn't adults know everything? How could she possibly know more, when she was so much littler? She was marveling over this and nearly missed his educated guess, though she blinked hard and backtracked, repeating what he'd said in her mind and chuckling at the mental picture it elicited.

"But clouds are fluffy!" she protested, though Wildfire was unable to articulate why this should prevent them from making such loud noises. She just knew. "What makes the flashings?" she wanted to know next, forgetting that Elwood probably wouldn't know the answer to that either.