Ilda looks thoughtful at Nita’s words. “Do you really think they’ll be here?” It’s actually a nice thought; it has been a couple of months, after all. “But sure! When they come! Ingride is 13 and a total sweetheart. Ivarr’s a dork, but he’s adorable in his own way.”

When they come out on the roof, she extends a hand to the other girl to help her in case she’s having trouble. Once they’ve settled themselves, she makes a grand sweeping gesture of the view in front of them.

“Tadaa! Magical Turtle City!”