“Why don’t you talk?” Summer asked, blunt as ever. Winter scowled, swatting after her. But Summer had already run off to look at Dahlia.
Dahlia stared back blankly. “I talk.”
Summer gasped, like it was some big shock. Maybe it was to her, Winter barely understood it. She was certain Dahlia was closer in age to Summer than to her, but Dahlia didn’t act like Summer at all.
“Summer, stop bothering her.” Winter got to her feet, slowly walking over to Summer to be able to grab her hand. If she ran, then Summer would run. Chasing her wasn’t where she wanted to spend her energy today. She looked over at Dahlia. “The Baroness says there are apple trees behind the castle. They pick them occasionally. She wants to know if we want to try to get some before other people do. Apparently they’re ripe now.”
Dahlia shuffled in place, then looked up at her. “Apples?”
Winter held out her hand. “Apples. They’ll taste really good, I think. First ones of the season. What do you say?”
Dahlia didn’t take her hand, but when Winter took Summer to go, she noted that Dahlia followed after.