Shadow Mountain Wire

Lestan had earned a laugh this time. And allow someone else to have all the fun on my behalf? Wake scoffed at the notion. Whether polished by themselves or by others, he knew he could never be satisfied by another’s work.

I am the only one capable of polishing to my standards.

He breathed deep in the twilit air, the sun more than half gone from their view. The atmosphere here was perfumed with snow and ice and promise. He could scent the summer here, and it smelled of the Mayfair.

What is meant for me is already mine. It was spoken like a mantra, a cantrip; an irrevocable edict onto the universe. And that panther smile never waned. Yet, I work tirelessly for what I desire, so that I know truly it is worth having.