Will-o'-the-Wisp
“Tomyris, don’t go too far ahead!”
Tomyris huffed with annoyance but slowed her headlong sprint to a slow jog. How old were her parents anyway? Maybe if they weren’t so busy holding hands and fawning over each other they’d move a little bit faster. And maybe if they weren’t so short. Tomyris was almost as tall as Mom and gaining on Dad. Apparently, Tomyris’ family, her real family, had been very tall.