Luke
I looked all over the clearing, but I could only see the thick, gray clouds swirling around us, nearly blocking the sunlight. I held Ophelia close to me and tried to locate Marmoot.
A tall, dark figure slowly drifted through the fog, and Marmoot stepped into the small circle in the center of the mist. He looked slightly annoyed to see me but bowed his head to Ophelia.
“My Queen, how are you?” he asked.
“I’m well; I got to use my powers last night,” she said, smiling up at him. “I may have overdone it though, I was exhausted and inadvertently caused a rainstorm that affected our plans with Oren and Ondre.”
“Oh?” he said. “How so?”
“He’s in the custody of the council,” she said. “He was supposed to go to Scarlethold, but the clouds I conjured last night washed the roads out, so
