The morning was quiet. Peaceful. Too peaceful.
Which is exactly why Rynar came flying down the snowy path like a wool-clad meteor.
Charlisa was folding blankets when she looked out the window.
"Kael… your friend is rolling again."
Kael didn't move.
"Which direction?"
"Down."
"Normal."
A final WHOOMPH sounded as Rynar landed face-first into a snowbank outside their cottage. He popped up instantly, both hands in the air.
"I HAVE ARRIVED! AND I BRING ANNOUNCEMENTS!"
Kael muttered,
"May the spirits protect us."Rynar marched inside with the dignity of a king—
and immediately slipped on the doorway mat.
Kael caught him by the back of his coat.
Rynar pointed at Kael accusingly while still dangling.
"You really should warn people about this extremely… flat and totally invisible trap."
"It's the floor," Kael said.
"EXACTLY! Sneaky thing."
Charlisa laughed so hard her shoulders shook.
"Rynar, are you alright?"
Rynar stood up, chest puffed out.
"I am fine. The world simply moves too fast for me."
Kael raised an eyebrow.
"You fell from standing still."
Rynar gasped.
"You're judging me. You wooden tower."
Charlisa almost dropped her teacup.