Sparks!

Puck looked at it distastefully. Calliope would remember that he was not a fan of cold weather.

Ben frowned as well and they began to walk.

 

“At least it’s bright out here,” Ben said eventually.

 

“I was getting a little tired of the dark.”

Puck squinted at him.

“Why? Surely you’re used to it?”

 

“The human kingdom is kinda dark, isn’t it?”

 

Ben squinted a little before relaxing.

“I guess it’s a little... glum.”

 

“I know,” Puck replied sourly, looking up at the sky. “I hate it.”

 

They walked for hours, trudging in the cold. Calliope’s fingers were growing numb.

Finally, Ben spoke up, his voice a little lighter.

“I think we’re almost there.“

 

He looked over and took her hands in his, rubbing her fingers.

 

He kissed them sneakily, trying to not let Puck see.

 

The horizon was become more obscured with fog as they walked. Soon, it felt like they were approaching a cloud. As they moved forward, the air suddenly went still.