Theta would make daisy chains for Koschei, and Koschei would mock him for it. But secretly he’d press the flowers in a book and pull them out to look at later, when he was alone and the drums were getting to him. They were soothing, those flowers and the complicated knots that held them together, each one tied with careful precision by Theta’s nimble fingers.

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