Juni listened to Vaas’ suggestion, and though he hadn’t completely mulled it over, it struck him as a good one. At least, with some sort of little service, he might find some closure. Poppy had been saying good bye to him for so many weeks now, in his terrible dreams. Perhaps it was time for him to say good bye too. Perhaps that would make the dreams stop.
He rose when Vaas did, and as the other boy spoke softly, Juni reached for Vaas’ hand, taking it with his fingers, gripping it lightly.
“That’s really kind of you to offer Vaas. I like your idea. I think it would please Poppy to know where she can always find her little glass animals. Perhaps your bird can find her spirit somewhere hovering above the mountain, and he can tell her where they are buried.”
He dropped Vaas’ hand. “If you come with me, we could go to the room where I am staying – that’s where the box is. And then we could go on to . . . wherever it is you have in mind. Or – if you prefer, I can run and fetch it and we could meet back up somewhere. I can bring my flute too.”