over the moon

“You so often nudge us to open windows of experience.” Calliope dabbed purple pastel onto the tip of Tal’s nose. “Thank you! Our experiment with dark paper… is expialidocious!”

“We needed night — to make the stars?” Thalia’s cheeks pinked without blusher.

“Yes-yes. Much appreciation.” Nia opened the lime-green, two-pocket that held notes, artwork, and quotes for Embracing the Elephant (?). “C’mon now… Let’s channel our expialo into book 4.”

Beauty reflected is beauty amplified.