Book3:WereMyDreamIs
erlipsshesaid,“Sh-sh-sh.Bequie.”Thenraisingherheadtolookupatthemyriadofstarsintheskies,shecuppedherhandsandloweredhervoicewhispering,“Hey,Charmaine!Clementine!Whatareyoutwodoing?Areyoufree?Ifso,whydon’tyouedowhforamoment?IwantyoutomeetanewfriendofKingDimitri’swhomIthinkhewouldlikeyoutwotomeet.” Intheskiesabovetherosegardenbythekefloatedsomeclouds.Therewerenowindssotheystayedstableandunmovingasifasleep.Uheluminousmoonlight,twosveltefigures,onefollowedbyanother,fshedby,jumpingfromonecloudtoanother,ahosefurtheron.Theyworeflimsyclothesresemblingthesemi-transparentwingsonflies,givingoffstiltinggoldensparkleuhemoonlight,nowrevealingnowcealingtheirfasatingfiguresastheyjumpedandflewfromcloudtoc