The halls of the castle stretched endlessly as Enara and I trailed behind Ananara. The little pineapple had an uncanny knack for slipping through the narrowest gaps and around corners before we could catch up, but his leafy crown bobbing in the distance gave him away.
"Why is it always like this?" I muttered under my breath, glancing at Enara.
"Like what?" she asked, her smirk already forming.
"Me chasing after some ridiculous mystery while you stand there and laugh."
She shrugged. "Because it's hilarious watching you get worked up over a pineapple."
"I'm not worked up!" I protested, only to trip over my own feet and nearly crash into the wall. Enara's laughter echoed down the corridor, and I glared at her. "Not a word."
"Not a single one," she promised, though her grin widened.
