Calliope pulls her hood over her knit beanie. Despite warm air forced through a vent at her back, she shivers in response to winter’s cold and dark. “Brrrrrrr!”
Enlightened by lengthening days, and her awareness that their snow fort continues to grow brick by brick, Nia winks at Tal’s image. “Sweet!”
“Build the w-ehhhrld —” Thalia wipes paint splatter from studio’s tabletop, “you wahhhnt!”
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.