Noramila Snow Day Drabble 1.26.2026

In the skies above Huerto Viejo, Don Saúl had managed to set up a piece of the [sizeshifters’] floating island. For now, Doña Aketzali allowed them to anchor the island like a balloon, tied to the library by a rope so heavy only Mila at her largest form could attach it.  It had been a trial and a half, convincing Mila to do so, as she bashfully repeated how unnecessary all this was and how troublesome living on a floating island set to the scale of the [sizeshifters] would surely be for Nora.

“Don’t even think about it,” was all Nora said. They held Mila’s gaze until the [sizeshifter] relented.

As far as they were concerned, it was simple logistics. Nothing stopped Nora from living in a space that was too large, other than inconvenience, but there was no way Mila could live in a space that was too small, without assuming one of her smaller sizes. She had argued that she’d lived at her medium form ever since leaving her home as a teenager.

“So, you mean, there’s nothing stopping me from living in a small space, except your stubbornness?” Mila chuckled softly, the sound sending vibrations over her upper chest, where Nora had been resting, tucked into the crook of Mila’s neck.

Nora fell silent. After a while, they said, “You did it before because I asked. I don’t…want to ask again. Even if, I’m still asking.” They held their head in their hands. “Shit. I can’t stop, can I?”

“Hey.” A brief spell of gentle darkness, as Mila’s finger came so close as to blot out the sun, and rubbed the space at the nape of Nora’s neck. Nora shivered as a fingernail wider than her neck scratched pleasantly. “You’re doing it again. Blaming yourself for things that weren’t wrong.”

Nora snorted, a denial of the proffered grace. But they at least leaned into Mila’s touch. “Where are you happiest?” they asked.

Mila let out a long sigh. “You may not believe me after I’ve been arguing so much, but there.” She nodded at the massive floating hunk of earth above them. “…I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

And at that, Nora had no choice but to laugh.

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[Mila POV section]

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Seeing snow at this scale was an entirely new experience, thought Nora. The hexagonal crystals, each in stunning clarity at the enhanced size, multiplied beyond what Nora felt they’d ever be able to conceptualize, as the snow billowed over the seemingly endless plains that, in reality, constituted a patch of grass in their front yard.