I never did good with feelings. Nope, not my thing. I always relied on the tried and true art of deflection, or sometimes anger, I guess. I am reminded of this as I stand here in line, watching the excitement on Micahs face as he awaits such a silly ride. Bumper cars. Micah said once that loving me was like bumper cars, and for the longest time I thought it was a negative thing. But now? Here I am...

His bipedal hooves trod through the path, displacing the mist with each step. Dewdrops sizzle and return to their gasseous state as he passes, boiling the air around him. He twirls his sword, watching the fog dance around his red-hot blade, the corners of his mouth curling up in a rare smile, the demon entranced with the beauty of the overworld. It’s truly a shame he must destroy it....