Taste-Magma

I blink as I try to adjust my human eyes to the dark. A load of tiredness pulls on my body and my eyes fight to close to return back to a blissful rest. However, I am unable to sleep due to the chattering of my teeth. Once more I feel the bone aching chill from being away from Igneous.

He is not far away. You must see that we need his heat. Can't you feel that he needs us too.

As my beast speaks her vision takes over my eyes and through the walls of my bedroom I see the giant cloud of heat that is Igneous. I see his heat as a tangible form that calls to me through the short distance. I watch the heat shift as he moves on the couch.