They drank, ate the last of their lunch, and carried their gear to the flat patch of grass Wind had pointed out.

They set up their tent. Wind held the poles while Sophie clipped the tent to them. Then they pegged down the corners together.

They spread their blankets inside and put their packs at the end of the tent.

By evening, the butterflies had settled among the leaves. With their wings folded, they were hard to find.

“Imagine walking through now,” Sophie said. “You wouldn't know.”

They ate supper beside their little cooking fire and watched the last amber wings disappear into the trees.