Chapter 47
- Mirabel's POV
- Jewel-green grasshoppers bounce off the flowers like leggy trampolines. Above me, the vault of the sky seems to grow wider and higher as the morning wears on.
- It increases the acoustics and magnifies the richness of color. I can hear the lullaby of the breeze swishing through the trees much clearly now, and little animals scurry and shuffle in the undergrowth.