Fire!
If he invoked fire, would it bring him toward her? Certainly, a fire was rare in this world of spirits, but some things surely burned. Liri always was burning in some form, especially if she were still corporeal and fighting for her life. Her tears, her sparking, even her eyes burned when she grew upset.
Well, there was nothing to do but try. Carefully Lar noted his page in the book and then put it away. Next, looking out in the new direction he had yearned for, Lar imagined somewhere out in front of him a fire burned, raging in Liri's emotions, igniting from her tears. What other name could he give but fire? He leaned toward it, reaching out, willing himself to touch the fire.
With his eyes closed, Lar didn't get the sense of movement. The atmosphere didn't move on this windless
