Ori swooped through the thunder currents, scooping lost sparks into the shell satchel. But when Ori hugged the satchel tight, zip-pop! each spark wriggled free and zipped away again.

“Stay put, please,” Ori cried, lunging after another fizzing light. Peep flapped beside Ori and chirped, “You’re squeezing hope like treasure, but hope hates being squashed!”

Ori slowed at last, tail bells chiming softly. Maybe keeping every tomorrow safe was the very thing that sent them flying.