Damonq remembered that particular day of course. He had taken her on a surprise mini trip.
They had been floating on the clouds, confessing their love for each other when Elina had suddenly slumped into his arms after calling the name, Storm.
Damonq quelled the need to take out the picture of the Storm, and fly around the world if necessary to find the girl so that they could be done with this once and for all.
"You have a clear picture of her now?" Tensel inquired, unfolding his arms across his chest, and then clasping his two hands as a combined fist, his entire attention on Elina.
"Yes." Elina responded, and after a beat took the silence as a cue to continue the story. "She appeared more often than I would care to admit, like she was asking me to find her. In my dreams, she looked so young, but then seemed so old, as if an old spirit dwelling in a young body. She looked no more than twenty in the dreams, but she seemed to be as old as you all here. I seemed that old too."
