Two days later, Rory stirred groggily and opened her eyes.
Above her was a ceiling woven from deep blue vines. Transparent blossoms bloomed along the tendrils, and nestled among them were pink pearls the size of dove eggs.
Yuel's room?
Wasn't she supposed to be in Nix's room?
How had she ended up here?
She tried to sit up. The moment she moved, a breeze drifted in through the window. The delicate blossoms and pearls overhead began to fall like soft rain. As they descended, silver-white leaves sprouted from the vines above.
The flowers dissolved into nothing the instant they touched her skin.
But the pearls... The pearls dropped onto the bed one by one with gentle thuds.
Not a single one hit her.
Rory picked one up and examined it closely. Her eyes widened.
They were real.
But Wen had said he couldn't cry pearls at the moment. Where had Yuel gotten so many—and all this large?
She opened her light-brain and checked the time.
Two full days had passed.
