Lightning

Lightning and enlightenment, thought the Crooked Man to himself, these are the things that prove the balance of the foundations. As if to answer him, the sunlit glade boomed with thunder and white light streaked across the sky shedding rain.

He looked up, shaking his head at the impropriety of the younger generation of weatherlings, and flicking drops of water away from his mismatched eyes. It was time to visit the Wolff again.