Nyx waited for Devlin and Shimermoon to appear. Alto was there, too.
"Why do you appear calm, Alto?" Nyx asked earlier. She was walking back and forth anxiously while Alto was sitting on one of the chairs patiently.
"Please, don't get nervous, Miss Nyx. Mr. Devlin and my Shimermoon are in good hands!"
"Oh, Alto! I can't help it!" But Nyx forced herself to subside. She sat on the second chair. She twiddled her thumbs. She had done this when she was a child. Oh, that was a long time ago!
She smiled at the memory. Her mother, Willow, was a patient teacher. Nyx was grateful for that now. Patience, like honesty, was hard to learn!
They were located at the foot of the low mountain. The castle was standing above and the pit was way, way below.
Alto's cellphone rang. "Good afternoon, Fore
