"What is that?" she whispered, eyes wide.
The cloud lunged.
Then it was over. The cloud retracted, panting softly (if a cloud could pant), and dimmed to a worried gray. the bong cloud
Mr. Elara watched her go. Then he turned to the Bong Cloud, which had started making a tiny, silent rainbow that arced over a patch of weeds. "What is that
It enveloped her, not cold, but a thick, honeyed warmth. And then she saw . "What is that?" she whispered