Mira hurried up, clutching her sketchbook close. “Ori, I need my tomorrow today,” she said. “If I get the brave one, I can start my flying bridge.”

Ori tucked the bubbles deeper into the satchel and gave a small, sorry hum. “Not yet,” Ori said. “The wind feels fussy, and I don’t want any tomorrows lost.” Mira’s shoulders slumped.

Peep zipped in with a worried whistle. Auntie Kelpseal touched Mira’s hand and said, “Waiting can feel big when your idea is ready to grow.”