Luca closed his eyes and connected to one of his Luca's back in the elf village square, where the village had gathered to play a game of volleyball.
Leona was mid-serve, both hands cupped, and the ball went drifting across the net with all the aggression of a falling leaf.
Ivy on the other side knocked it back. Selma missed it entirely and laughed.
"Pass it! Pass it!"
"Yours—yours—"
"Beautiful! Beautiful shot!"
Luca, the water-carrier and the one whose only job was to make sure nobody tripped raised his head.
"Hey. Quick question."
"Mm?" Leona looked over, flushed and smiling.
"You know those vines. The ones hanging around the house. With the writing on them."
"Oh." Her expression softened, pleased that he'd noticed. "The wishes vines. Yes. Why?"
