Two days later, at night, the full moon hung high.
"Your Majesty the Queen, the envoys from the Elven Kingdoms have already arrived with the other three Mystlocks, and the podium has been fully arranged. We are just awaiting your presence," a respectful elf servant reported by her side.
"I understand. You may leave now," Arasya waved her hand, dismissing the servant.
She took a deep breath, rose from her platinum throne, and once again glanced at her sister Aria, whose eyes were still somewhat red from recent frustrations over a mere emotional issue. Arasya then said, "Aria, remember who you are. You are the chosen of the Moon Goddess, the Star Singer who commands the attention of all. For High Elves in our position, emotions are always, and must always be, nothing more than luxurious spices to flavor our lives."
"I heed your teachings, Elder Sister," Aria replied, her head bowed like a child who had done something wrong.
