Here Where The Sunbeams Are Green - Plot & Excerpts
The magic of pulling on our amazing camouflage clothes before dawn. The magic of Roo having an extra-large batch of yellow toe-flowers this morning—oodles of toe-flowers, such an incredible crop that even I had to compliment her on it. The magic of believing that today the toe-flowers are a good omen rather than a bad one. The magic of believing that ANYONE WHO TRIES TO CAPTURE THE VOLCANO BIRD WILL BE DRIVEN INSANE doesn’t apply to us, because we are a force of good. The magic of Kyle looking happy, truly happy, to see us when we met him at the back gate. The magic left over from the potion—that red, thrilled feeling—carrying us lightly upward into the jungle, up Invisible Path and beyond, convincing me there’s a Lava Throat around the next bend. The magic of Roo glancing back to nod and wink at me, except that she can’t wink, so her version of winking is to blink in a very friendly way. The magic of the three of us, out in the jungle, alone. But now it’s past noon, and the gala starts in a matter of hours, and there are no more skips in Roo’s steps.
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