‘Maybe even two,’ said Ambrose gently, with his kindliest smile, and Sun smiled tremulously in response.
‘Perhaps even two,’ she agreed.
And so, for the first time in a century Sun rose into the sky and shone her light full upon Faerie. To those below, it was as though a land long sunk in slumber began to stir. The shrouding mists awoke, blinking, and bethought themselves of some urgent errand elsewhere; new leaves unfurled, yawning, and stretched in the pale sunlight; the creatures of Faerie ended their long hibernation, and ventured out of their burrows and nests and hideaways.
Hattie wove for Sun a bolt of her finest silken cloth, daubed in all the colours of the heavens: Sun’s own fiery hues mingled with her lost sister’s silvery radiance, threaded through a vast indigo sky. When th
