the world a well and her, the wishing coin

Biana leans her forehead into her knees when she trusts herself enough not to shake, and Marella shifts beside her, trailing off mid-the gnomes temples. He’s been reciting their Level Two project on the history of gnomes, the one they’d gotten top marks for in presentation. Biana can hear part of her mental voice twist off into the paragraph about gnomish architecture, even as she pulls for words elsewhere.“I, sorry,” Biana says, reedy and breathless, but Marella shakes his head.“It’s okay. I saw Dex and Fitz, headed back to make sure you were okay and, hah, I guess I found you.” Her mouth quirks into a gentle smile. “Wanna go to the garden?”