Peep darted through the hollow’s soft glow and tapped one bright speck with a wing. “Ori, it likes hearing us!” he said. The tiny light swelled, blue and gold, and its soft hum rang with Ori’s tail bells.

Ori lifted his head. “A bridge for Mira,” he called, and the glimmer flashed brighter. Peep spun once and shouted, “A song for Auntie Kelpseal!”

“And a story ending for Grandpa Drift,” Ori added. Around them, the hollow warmed and sparkled, as if every hope had been waiting for its name.