Willow and Birch

Zap Colonize Epilog

11/25/2023 11:57pm

Tara's song was coming through pure and clear on the Chomon crystal.

"Willow?"

"Birch?"

"Triangulate!" we say at the same time, doing our secret fist bump incantation.

"33 degrees north"

"67 degrees east"

"Distance.... distance... distance..."

Birch's eyes roll back in her head. She's always the one more likely to take it too far. Her fingers tremble on the planchette but it moves smoothly across the map before coming to a stop.

"Zigardel," we say at the same time, in horror.