The light of early morning filtered through the narrow windows of the orphanage dormitory, casting soft golden rays across the wooden floor. The clock on the wall ticked past 8:00 AM.
Marcus stirred first.
Still wrapped in his blanket, he blinked blearily at the bunk above him—Noel's.
He smirked.
"Hey, Laziel," he whispered.
Laziel, curled on the opposite bed, cracked one eye open. "What is it?"
Marcus motioned for him to come closer. "I've got an idea."
Garron, already sitting upright, raised an eyebrow. "What are you two scheming now?"
"Shh," Marcus whispered with a grin. "Just watch."
Laziel crawled down and leaned close as Marcus cupped his hand to his ear.
Laziel's face broke into a grin.
"Oh, I like it."
He stood up, extended his hand toward Noel's bunk, and murmured: "Water Bubble."
