Steam curled past his shoulders as he floated down the treads.

Steam curled over the cups while Moiraine chose her questions carefully.

Water hissed on with loud force and steam curled.

Steam and a hint of strange spices curled in as the ramp lowered.

Steam curled into her face, making her gurgle with excitement.

Where flame slapped his wet skin, steam curled away.

It was pleasant lying there, watching steam gently curl upwards from a source near him, but just out of sight.

Steam curled from a pot simmering on the stove.

When she lifted the wooden lid, savory-smelling steam curled upward.

The rising steam had curled her straight dark hair, cut in a bob, into loose ringlets around her face.