Maple Syrup sat on the emerald velvet couch by the window of the gem shop, clutching her cup of MooMoo milk, watching the two little kids meet up at the entrance.
Their heads were close together, chatting and scheming about something.
Probably something to do with Moonlight Wetlands.
They were two of the only kids in town seriously thinking about how to make money to attend a magic academy.
Well—make that three. He just showed up too.
Maple Syrup glanced toward the alley across the street where a little head poked out, its hair tipped with flickering black flames. The kid was clearly spying on the other two from behind a trash bin.
A moment later, the winged girl noticed the lurking boy. She whispered something to the dog-tailed girl, and seconds later, both of them rushed straight at him.
The trio vanished from Maple Syrup's line of sight in a flurry of limbs and shrieks.
