I stared. "Novas!"

She laughed. "You sound like Diplomat Dangerous on 'Danger Service'."

"I was using that word when I was a student at Sigan Mas." Mist blew in the wind, mixed with snow, into our faces. The silvery street reflected the greens of the trees and dogwood blooms. I sighed. "All these flowers! They'll all die." Slowly, I rounded the flower bed to check on my huge rosebush, my favorite. And saw tennis shoes under it.

—Rosebush Treasure, an unpublished story. She finds a Zheien under the rosebush and saves him. I'll be adding to this.