Briona"Come find me," she cries, with giggles spilling from the corners of her lips. It is four o'clock, and she is running with fleet feet just skimming the tops of pink and orange clouds. Her weight doesn't even pretend to touch the vapor, but the dirt on her soles is all pink and orange. Her hair rides the wind like contrails; is it possible to find her?
"Come catch me," she demands, with sighs flying from the bottom of her throat. It is ten o'clock, and she is springing through green trees held together just closely enough to make a forest playground. She can't decide if she's climbing or leaping on platform branches as she ascends to her throne. Her dress is just a cloud of falling leaves that cling to her on their way down; could anyone run fast enough to catch her?
"Come trap me," she dares, with whispers hissing from between the little gaps in her teeth. It is six o'clock, and she is playing with fingers lingering in the air just to prolong the spell. Her eyes loosen mudslides wherev