With one hand on her tummy and the other loosely gripping the bannister, Cela stared down the staircases, half-remembering the incident.

Sigh.

That had been fun.

Before...

boys happened.

Before...

all this growing stuff.


She had her hair tied back in two messy braids today, and since she was on her way to meet up with Lyra and Anna and hopefully Vannie too, Cela was wearing a pretty dress, with the top few buttons undone and shoes.



Whenever Cel was by herself like this, she got all introspective and angsty. There was sooo much that wasn't right.

Sooo much that she didn't know how to deal with.

The staircase shifted and Cela just watched it from her spot at the very top where she and Garret had started their epic slide during their second year.