...bleak territory of the heart.
Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm.
A moment might be a thousand different things.
Twin threads ran through her: fear and excitement.
You can't stop time. You can't capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down.
But she had felt since childhod that her life would n ot be ordinary. A moment would come- she would know it when she saw it- and everything would change.