The silver light that had been flowing freely between the branches became softer and less bright as they walked, and the light surrounding them got darker. Lian could see that the Lumerin's brightness was fading, even though it tried hard to stay bright. Its wings twitched as if it were experiencing the burden of the losing force. The Lumerin smiled at him when he asked how he was doing and told him that although if guardians of light faded when the magical world was in trouble, hope and courage always brought them back to life.

To help Amy feel less scared about falling again, Nia did brief glides close to the ground and delicate, controlled flaps. Amy watched her intently and tried to copy what she did. She ascended a few inches, flapped a little, and finally fell back on the clover. She continued trying, and each time she did, she got a bit higher and steadier. Every time Amy rose off the ground, Nia exclaimed with a warm and excited voice, making Amy feel like she was doing something very important.

The dream pushed him forward softly. When Lior reached out to the pedestal, he felt the strands of light alter as he touched them. As they pulled it apart, the object came into view: a little silver glass mirror that was just a little bigger than his palm.

She crouched next to the elderly lady and watched as her hands used deliberate, trained movements to collect just the right stems. Working gently, almost ceremoniously, Mrs. Elmira treated each petal she touched as if it were a fragile gem. "Do you want to help me gather some?" she asked. Liora nodded enthusiastically, and her face lit up. Mrs. Elmira took a pair of little shears that were the perfect size for a child out of her basket. "Now keep in mind that you should always choose the stems that are bold and tall, the ones that reach for the sun.

She was brave and curious, but she had never been able to fly. Elara wanted to have wings of her own so much that she occasionally dreamt of them. She watched the Sky Sprites dance through the air, circling the tops of trees and flying over the beautiful lakes. She wanted to glide on gentle breezes and reach the highest rainbow arches that stretched across the valley. She also wanted to explore the ancient floating islands that are said to float far above the sky. But she never said this out loud since she believed it was too ridiculous, particularly because Lyria was so beautiful.