Skye was in tears when they left Moonstone Castle. Her mother's last minute gift had tugged at her heartstrings. Her father's speech had nearly ripped them out. Celestia cried as they all readied to leave. The royal Fae were going in another direction than the stagecoaches that Skye, Tidas, Maevis, Nicolas, and Peggy were going in.
The Queen had become quite attached to Skye within the few hours that they'd met and bonded. Celestia hadn't connected with others often for various reasons; her position being a main one. Everyone put her up on a pedestal so high that no one could reach her. She'd felt like a doll most of her life, except whenever alone with her mother.
