Miranda: Not yet.
Devika: The snow is pretty bad today, maybe she won't come.
Miranda: Maybe... this storm is just supposed to get worse...maybe she just won't come at all!
Miranda: GACK! It's HER!Devika: Did you have a good trip? Can I help you with your luggage? Is that a puppy dog in there? Let's go upstairs. I made a cake. I hope you like cake....
Lenore: (running by) Excuse me, please!
Lenore: Yes, Ama?
Nessa: I chased you all the way down the stairs, girl! Where on Earth are you GOING?
Lenore: To throw rocks at the hawk, Ama.
Lenore: No, Ama! The hawk is sitting in our tree, and the little songbirds won't come out while he's there because he might EAT them! He's a vicious predator! So I'm going to throw rocks at him to make him leave, so it's safe for the little ones to come eat again.
Lenore: But, Ama! The tiny birds....
Nessa: The tiny birds will find their own way, Little Wren. They will be fine. The hawk... well, he needs a place to rest too. He cannot navigate in this storm, in the wind, as well as the tiny birds, with their tiny wings. Let him rest here for a moment, in the shelter of our big tree. Occasionally, even a "vicious predator" needs some mercy.
Lenore: Very well, Ama. I suppose you're right, I'm sorry. It's so cold, and the wind is so bitter. I pity anything stuck outside in this storm...
(meanwhile... not so far away)
?: (falling) So cold....