Twelve
Amaal blessed the snow, thanking it for helping to drive Deirdre’s decision. He still noted some wariness in her, some trepidation at agreeing to his suggestion, but she did not try to back out of her commitment to go to his house. She only said she needed to shower and get dressed, then pack a few things, but that they could go later this morning.
Not a moment too soon, in his own opinion. While she went off to get ready, he used his power over fire to blast an area clear just beyond the research station’s porch so Sasha might go out to relieve herself. Visibly cheered by the sight of all that ground free of snow, the dog ran around, sniffing, until she finally took care of her business and came back inside, tracking mud the whole way. A wave of his hand cleaned up the mess; Amaa
