The three women quickly followed her.
Inside the living room, Sienna paced back and forth, one hand pressed against her forehead, her thoughts racing so quickly that they seemed to trip over each other.
When the others entered, she finally stopped.
"Sit down," she said.
None of them moved.
Sienna sighed, sat first, and gestured again. "Please."
Only then did they sit, their backs straight as spear shafts.
Daisy kept her eyes lowered.
Sienna leaned forward. "Grandma Mirella, I've thought of a way to build a boat."
The words caused all three women to stiffen.
"We don't have enough timber," Sienna continued, "but when I saw the piles of weeds, I realized something. Why are we thinking only of wood? A nest is not built from iron, yet birds trust it to carry their young. If birds can cross the wind with grass, why can't we cross water with it?"
For the first time, even Daisy lifted her head in surprise.
Mirella blinked.
"A boat… made of weeds?"
Sienna nodded firmly.
