Maybe a vist to MoMo and Appa would help her. Harlow marched down from the castle to the student gardens. She was going to try any and everything she could.

Her world was falling apart and she didn't know how to stop it. She had already missed two deadlines with her publisher and if she missed the next one she was they were going to drop her. But how could she write? Every time she picked up a quill her hand quivered.

Harlow wiped the tears that had begun to pool in her eyes as she picked her way over to MoMo and Appa. Her singing pumpkins trembled as she approached. "Hey guys," she said softly. It had been a few months since she had least seen them. She plopped down next to MoMo. His leaves reached out and caressed her cheek. Which made her cry harder. "Oh MoMo its so horrible," she wailed throwing her arms around the pumpkin.