I adjust my silver contacts to conceal my ombre blue eyes and transform my hair with a swish of my enchanted brush before heading to my third oldest sister, Lyra.

Lyra, renowned as a Starweaver Artisan, meticulously crafts ethereal fabrics adorned with constellations, contributing to the kingdom's artistic and celestial ambiance. Her work transcends mere craftsmanship, embodying a celestial symphony woven with threads that resonate with the enchanting energies of the cosmos. Lyra's artistic prowess adds a touch of magic to the everyday lives of Starlight citizens, making her an indispensable artisan in the kingdom's rich tapestry of culture and mystique.

She employs her powers to design clothing, weaving and sewing even the most challenging of threads and beads. Lyra, however, prefers creating dresses exclusively for royals and the Asteralwind Family.

Upon entering her room, I observed three pairs of threads being sewn in an intricate pattern, seemingly moving on their own with Lyra's magical touch. Another pair of needles works on creating jewels, but it pales in comparison to Lyra's multitasking ability. The annual competition of sewing held across kingdoms, initiated by Lyra's request, demonstrates her unparalleled skills. In the final competition, where the task is to make the best dress from start to finish, Lyra summoned 500 needles to work simultaneously, securing her victory.

Unable to find Lyra in her room, I call her name and receive a response from the closet. As I open the door, I find Lyra selecting fabric for a dress. She looks at me with a peculiar expression, "You are wearing an artisan's piece."

'This was made by Nessa Elysium Artorian', she is the best weaver in the Artorium Kingdom. She was in second place after Lyra.

'Fine, whatever. Why are you here?' she says.

'I am sure you know why I would come to you,' I reply.

Lyra scrutinizes me, "Aren't you the same size as before?"

I stare at her in shock, "Lyra, I was 15 when you last made me a dress."

'And now you are?' she inquires.

"You would have known if you kept track of my birthdays; I'm 19," I retort.

"Fine, I know you're 19, but I didn't know the last time I made a dress for you, you were 15," she admits.

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Lyra swiftly takes my measurements, creating a sketch with magical pens. Within moments, she hands me the sketch, and the measurement tape moves away from me on it's own. Lyra assures me that the dress will be delivered by the next morning.

"Thanks," I say, turning to leave.

"Come to me for all your clothing next time," she adds before I exit. I smile back at her, saying, "Thank you," and leave, relieved to have fulfilled my father's request for a dress to welcome Caelum.

Back in my room, Suna, my loyal companion, approaches me, and I understand her silent request. "Suna, I'm really tired, and I have the rest of the day to deal with this hair. Relax," I reassure her. Suna retreats but soon returns with my brush. As I change my hair color, I watch her calm down, content with the familiar shade of blue.

I lie on my bed until hunger prompts me to search for food. Luminea has been distant lately, but I don't dwell on it. In the kitchen, Chef Fernandez gazes at me, initially puzzled. It hits me—I forgot to change my hair color back to its usual silver!

Remaining calm, I approach him and ask, "Do you like my new hair color, Chef Fernandez?"

He bursts into laughter, clapping his hands in approval. "Marvelous, princess, marvelous!" he exclaims. "If you actually had this color, it would have looked so beautiful and extravagant. But we Celestrians all have silver hair and eyes due to our powers."

"Oh Fern, if only I could tell you," I think to myself. "I wish," I reply.

Fernandez informs me that Bliss Delight is on the menu, a delicate confection made from ethereal ingredients found in the celestial gardens. As he mentions that it's a recipe from my mother, Luminea's favorite, memories flood my mind.

'Mother's recipe huh' I say because I remember Luminea telling me she used to love that and would always bake it for father on their anniversary.

'Your father says he hasn't ever tasted something quite like that, so i tend to make it once in a while to remind him of her,' he says.

"Подсећаш на своју мајку. Имаш њене особине." (Written in Serbian Cyrillic) he speaks in Aethrian to make it sound more meaningful.

"Хвала ти, Фернандез." I reply.

I smile at him. I do resemble her more than my siblings, so I understand where that comes from.

'Alrighty, a few delight's are being stolen.' I take some and run as I hear Fern laughing behind me.

It feels so good to be friends with someone even if it's our own chef and I missed speaking the Aethrian language, unique to the Celestria kingdom, which is said to resonate with the celestial energies that flow through the realm.

A lanuage lost in time but now only known by few, one of the few secrets I kept from Luminea. I learnt it from books in the library and only Fernandez knows about it because he too helped me when I would take the book and refuse to let anyone in, but when i get very hungry, he would always knock gently and feed me my favorites.

He accidentally found my book once and asked me about it. I still remember the exact conversation.

'Where did you find this from, Princess?' he said.

'From the library, Fern,' I reply while not looking up.

'Which one exactly?' he said.

I looked up at him, and he looked like he saw a ghost.....