Not Apprentice. Awesome. It's Awesome Snowylight, not Apprentice Sunnyruler. You're not going to think about Apprentice anymore. No, no, no.

But no matter how hard she tried, Snowflake couldn't erase the image of Apprentice's smile from her mind. She felt guilty for thinking about Apprentice while she was supposed to be loving Awesome.

You have to see him again.

But I can't. That's cheating.

Talking to another Jammer isn't cheating.

Snowflake sighed, trying to shut out the voice. She couldn't just leave Awesome. But she couldn't not see Apprentice again.

"What am I going to do….?" she whispered to herself. "I don't know what to do now…"

"Do what?"

Snowflake spun around in surprise. Awesome was behind her, a concerned look on his face.

"Uh...nothing," Snowflake mumbled. "I just, er...didn't know what to get you for a Jamaaliday present, that's all."

Awesome smiled. "Hey, you don't have to get me anything, you know that."

"But…" Snowflake faked a laugh. "I have to."

"No, you don't. It's fine if you can't think of anything. Anything from you is special."

Snowflake sighed again. "I guess so, then."

But she really wanted to say "Even a break-up?"

Today, the class was presenting their projects that Major had assigned for them to do over the weekend. They were required to take a photo of some place in Jamaa and explain its significance.

Major scribbled something down in his grading book. "Okay, Ember, you're up next," he said.

Ember Spiritmeadow shuffled up to the front of the class and set her photograph onto the whiteboard. It showed a male Jammer and a female Jammer - obviously drawn by a pen - staring at each other with a slice of cake in the middle. It seemed to have been taken at Crystal Sands.

The class giggled.

"So, uh...Ember, what is this?" Major asked.

"It's a cake," Ember explained.

Major raised an eyebrow. "And?"

"...it's by the ocean," Ember continued.

The entire class erupted into hysterical laughter.

Major sighed. Useless. "Ember, thank you, but what is the theme of this photo you've taken?"

Ember shrugged. "When two Jammers love each other - "

"No, not that. Tell me why there is a cake by the ocean and why there are two Jammers staring at each other."

"There's a cake by the ocean because I like that song," Ember said as if it was obvious.

All the students laughed again.

"Ember...is this even relevant?" Major asked.

"Yeah. I can have favorites," Ember said.

Major shook his head as he scribbled another note into his grading book, ready to put them onto the computer later. "Thank you, Ember, now please - sit down."

Ember briskly walked back to her desk and sat down, bringing her photograph with her. She stuffed in in her folder and breathed out.

"Okay. Who's next?" Major asked his class.

Honest Fairjoy stood up. "I'm going next," she said.

Major smiled. "Alright. Let's see what you have with you."

Medieval scratched at the hard snow, uncovering the ice. At least the snow had partly frozen, so now it wasn't easy to slip unless it was somehow removed from on top of the ice.

The school bell suddenly rang, and he glanced at the large door, waiting for Rosy and Prancing to come out. Several students leaped out of the building in an instant to their parents or straight to their dens, but Rosy and Prancing took a while longer.

Minutes later, Rosy and Prancing stepped out of the school, other Jammers shoving past them. They beamed when they saw Medieval waiting for them.

The two foxes rushed to their father's side.

"Hey, Dad!" Rosy said, smiling.

"Hey, there, you two," Medieval replied. "What did you do it school today?"

Rosy shrugged. "We presented our projects in Period 1 and reviewed our math test in Period 4," she said.

"We began a new music piece in band today," said Prancing.

Medieval laughed. "Really? What is it called?"

Prancing thought for a moment. "An Hour of Darkness."

"We started a new piece in orchestra, too," Rosy said. "It's called...Indefinitus."

"Sounds...ancient," Medieval said, searching for the right word. "Of course, I've never heard an ancient-sounding piece before. Maybe more mystical than ancient?"

"Indefinitus is hard," Rosy said, sighing. "But I know I'll get it sooner or later."

Medieval smiled. "You always do," he said to his daughter. "Now, let's go pick up Snickety and head back home!"

He spun around, forgetting about the uncovered patch of slippery ice, and slipped.