“Aurora, do you really think we should bring Billow and Nimbus down there if something strange is going on?” Nimbus’ father was leaning down over the hole in the center of the island, tutting at Nimbus’ mother, who was already far down the narrow tube. He didn’t hear Nimbus coming up behind him, although he must have heard Billow, still waiting halfway down the steep climb, complaining.
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