Shimermoon transferred to Nyx's coat pocket to coach her while she was tottering on low-heeled shoes.
"Don't look down!"
"How do you know?" Nyx asked her while frowning.
"You swayed!" Shimermoon retorted. "Just walk and stare at a point on the horizon!"
"Okay, okay!"
"Walk on an imaginary straight line!" barked the strict teacher.
"Imaginary line!" Nyx repeated while walking slowly.
"Do not slouch! Keep your back straight!"
"Oh, Mother Moon!" Nyx wailed in a low tone.
"Nicandra, I'm teaching you to walk like a woman of the twenty-first century!" said the tiny voice.
"Mother Moon, let's take a rest! Okay?" Nyx whispered.
"Okay!" Shimermoon sighed.
"Thank you!" Nyx took off her shoes. "I never thought that these shoes could kill me!"
"Any problem?" Devlin asked suddenly.
"Oh,
