Islands in the stream

Naked arms, his secrets still like songs I never learned It felt strange to just be out, with the threat of danger looming but perhaps not as eminent as it had been. The radiance of the Spark Bird was incredible: not so bright as to be blinding up close, and yet some how bright enough to illuminate the entire area. And so here they were, after all the death and destruction, just walking back towards Sam's house. Well not all of them. Isla was back in the infirmary. She had absolutely no interest in following Remi and Sam back to the bookmaker's home. Besides, she had a new body to get used to, and an infirmary still presumably under her control. "Have you ever seen the bird before?" Remi asked, glancing over his shoulder where it still sat on its perch. There were a good number of people gathered around marveling at the legendary creature.