Puddlejumper

When we finally do settle into an Inn at the next city, Shibao, and everyone starts getting settled in the room we rented out, the sky is as black as obsidian, and the town is dotted with only a bit of dim light from lamps that shine yellow light on the muddy streets.

Inside the wagon, May clambers up to the edge of the driver's seat again and stares out ad the rainy night with a bright and sunny expression. "We're at a city!"

She shivers a little as she steps into the puddle below, but she's undeterred.

She stomps in the puddle and bounces in it to splash some water.

The puddle is mostly murky brown and grimy.

But that's the price she pays.

The girl runs around in the dark, playing in the muck as if it were a beach full of sand.

Lucas huffs. "You should stay closer to the wagon. It's too dark to be running around."

"But the puddle!" The child objects. "Mr Puddle wants me to play with him!"