Columbina felt afraid, she knew she was trapped like a bird in a cage for a calm fierce girl like her who was turning 18 in a week, having been trapped in the tower she calls home, she inhaled a sharp breath as her hands trembled, she Knocked on her mother's door, having been in the tower for almost 18 years had affected her, she loved her mother, but she wanted to feel the grass, to see the lanterns glimmer and glow

"...Mother...?"

She spoke quietly

"We... Need to talk.."