Totoka River and stood awhile in thought

Dawn.

It poured spindly fingers of light across the world, and Blossom hadn’t left yet.

She meant to! Really, she did! But she fought herself with every step until one night spent in the bay became two, two became four, and she’d rather lost count by now. But today, she set out! She left a single flower at the mouth of the den behind her, and she began walking. And here she was, heralded by the dawn, cheerily singing a shanty as she walked.

Snowdrop sung in tune, flying accompaniment as the two walked in step together. Blossom even threw in a quick 1-2 step, both a dance as well as a near trot.