stalactites, stalagmites

Id looks ridiculous with a party hat on its head. Of all the things it has ever known surely - myriad, relative to the number of things it has had to know - this contends mightily for most irrevocable fact.

Emeralda is giggling, so they must agree.

It's hard not to take that laughter as a prompt for shame. Why is she laughing at me? Isn't she supposed to respect me? Aren't I, supposedly, their father? Taking them to Nisan's Fatima Fair, of all things.

But Id, too, laughs, when Emeralda transforms into a hammer to absolutely decimate the test of strength.