Dory blocks the Skybridge with her daisy bloom raised high.
“Password?” she demands.
The twins with the honey jar glance at each other.
“Sunflower?” they try.
“Incorrect.” Dory doesn’t move.
They sigh, retreat down the ladder.
Corlin rolls up, lemon tucked under her rim. “Let me through, Dory.”
“Password?” Dory repeats.
Corlin groans. “Same as last time.”
“Then you’d know it.”
Corlin curses, wheels away.
Dory stands taller. “Florendelle’s Skybridge doesn’t keep itself safe.”
Behind her, the wind catches her daisy bloom, casting a long shadow across the planks.
Nobody crosses. Not today.