“Nine, ten…” A little blue Pompi was busy counting her droplitz, placing each one into the small pouch on her stomach as she called off its number. “Eleven…”
“Peri, you ready?”
The determined, slow counting came to an abrupt pause at the interruption of another voice, and the little creature whirled around to face a much taller figure standing in the doorway behind her.
“Um…” Peri looked down at the remaining droplitz in her hand, brows furrowing t...
