But she could see it now—fracturing into rainbows in bits of broken window, spreading a soft emerald carpet of moss and wildflowers in the forgotten temple. I lied to Discord when I said I didn’t mind living underground. I don’t want to go back ever again. The clumsy stolen coat she wore to hide her wings no longer bothered her, even if it meant she wouldn’t be allowed to see Irkalla again. She didn’t want to.