cup on a tire

It was a moody drive home beneath the brooding flagships of the skylords.   The air was scented with lightning, the crows flew west with speed in their wings.

I was still enchanted by the pleasant and modest manners of a certain young lady, as she was sweetly reflecting on her good fortune when I last happened upon her. Even in the midst of a world of chaos, she found herself at peace, for she had left her ego at home in a drawer. How darling she is.