Shimermoon rose ahead of the rising sun. The pink room faced the east. She sat by the window sill to watch the different colors of the sunrise.
'It had felt like I am at home!' she murmured to herself. She turned to look at the sleeping loveliness called Nicandra Sage.
King Zephyr had shown concern because of his daughter's coming of age.
"Shimermoon, I am afraid that Nicandra will be a spinster!"
"Why, King Zephyr? Nyx has her life before her. Let her enjoy it! If she didn't reproduce, so be it!"
"What? It cannot be! She must reproduce!" King was scandalized.
"And who will be the lucky father of her offspring?" retorted Shimermoon. "Will Nyx accept one of those suitors of hers? She detested them! She told me that they give her the creeps!"
"You're right!" King Zephyr sighed. "Some
