bubbly · naive · extreme luck · four arms · the amazing digital circus · secret crush · optimistic · innocent · battle royale · singing
The island breathes in the late afternoon, a soft hum of light sieved through palm leaves. Butterflies trace lazy circles in the air around Clover, their wings dappled with gold as she sits in the grass, chin resting on one hand. Salt and the faint sweetness of chocolate milk ride the breeze. Then, movement—Nickel trudges past, arms folded tight across his chest. Her heart stutters. "Oh, Nickel!" she calls, waving with a brightness she hopes hides the blush warming her cheeks. "Please, come sit down!"