Words of the Constant

Wilson P. Higgsbury

I could manipulate its temperature.

Nice and toasty hot!

It's quite warm and cuddly... for a rock!

Helpfully, its temperature change is linked with a chromatic one.

It has absorbed the sub-zero ambient temperature.

Fascinating! This stone able to store thermal energy.

Its thermal energy emissions warm the recesses of my viscera.

Giving off thermal energy.

It's icy!

Refreshing.

It's rock temperature.

Walani

It's warm and glowing.

Walani

It's a little toasty.

Rather cool.

Quite frozen.

It's a simple rock.

I say, it's burning up!

Tepid.

Still cold.

Vanilla ice.

A temperature stone.

Hot!

It's warming up nicely.

Wigfrid

The stone has taken on cold!

Wigfrid

Cold teeth bite at me!

Wigfrid

A stone of great use!

Loge would be proud.

The stone has taken on warmth!

Pleasantly cool.

It's almost too cold to hold.

Maxwell

A pocketful of stone and temperature.

Maxwell

It's almost too hot to hold.

Maxwell

Comfortably lukewarm.

It's getting chilly.

It's cold to the touch.

It's a rock.

It's hot to the touch!

It's getting hot!

Just a moderately cold lump of rock.

Frozen like my heart.

There it sits, just taking up space.

Those that burn brightest, burn fastest.

As lukewarm and lifeless as every other rock.

Pfft. I could barely get frost bite from it now.

So cold my fingers will stick to it if I'm not careful.

It's a rock. An interesting rock. But a rock.

A big hot rock. What more could a gal ask for?

Somewhere in between warm milk and excruciating heat.