“Yes,” a whisper came back. Glassy had been near since Shimmy was born, and was near still. “I’m scared,” said Shimmy. “Just believe ... I do,” said Glassy.
Suddenly a bright light appeared. Cold shifted to warmth. Shimmy heard a friendly crackling sound, and then a hand reached for her.
“Glassy!” Shimmy gasped, frightened. “TREE!” Glassy whispered back. Shimmy watched Glassy sail to a perfect branch, then felt herself soar, landing gently next to Glassy.
“I believe,” Shimmy sighed.