“Here, for you,” Tiberius said with a smile, bending down to retrieve something from the sand. He tossed it to Hana playfully.
“It’s a rock.” She turned the odd stone in her hand, examining the jagged crevices for some hidden significance. “Thank you?”
“Not just any rock. Fulgurite. When the occasional storm blows over the surface of Cophus, lightning strikes the sand. It melts the silica together in the shape of the bolt’s path, making lightning stone- or fulgurite. If you look inside, it’s semi-hollow. The center is made of glass,” Tiberius explained, making a slow trek up the towering sand dune.
“Oh, I see it. It’s beautiful...in a terrifying sort of way.”
He chuckled, reaching out a hand to help Hana up the steep incline. “You’re afraid of lightning, then?”
“Afraid of storms in
