'Witch!' Devlin exclaimed to himself. He stared at Nyx with this new knowledge.
Nyx was seriously absorbing the words from the book. She was oblivious to her surrounding.
"You mean... Miss Nyx is one-hundred-eight years old!" Alto whispered with wide eyes. His hands covered his mouth.
"Guess how old I am?" Shimermoon folded her arms. She faced away from Alto. Her face serious. Her fingers drumming on her arms.
"Um, I don't want to offend you, my dear..." Alto replied hesitantly.
"I was hatched the same day Nyx was born!" Shimermoon stated haughtily.
"Hatched? As in an... egg?" Alto was stunned.
Shimermoon flew away in a huff. "Nicandra! Stop! We have to go away from here! They think we're weird!"
"What? Wait!" Nyx was pulled away from the book she was reading.
Shimermoon landed
