The blocks scattered across the rug in every direction, clattering softly before settling into quiet stillness. For a brief moment Zana stared at the aftermath with wide eyes, as if she herself had not entirely expected the result. Then the delight arrived. Her small hands came together in loud, triumphant claps and a bright squeal burst out of her, echoing happily through the office.
Willow watched from behind her desk, leaning back slightly in her chair while the glow of the laptop screen faded into the background. The file she had been reviewing remained open in front of her, but her attention had drifted completely away from the contract clauses and neat rows of legal language. Her gaze followed the small figure on the rug with quiet amusement.
Zana had developed a particular fascination with destruction.
