That evening, Dorothy had originally planned to do nothing so Shade could rest up for tomorrow's operation. But after the two returned to the bedroom early, a little after ten, to prepare for bed, the blonde Miss Writer lay beside Shade for a long while without being able to fall asleep.
She chatted with Leisha in her heart for a while, only to be "mocked" by Her Royal Highness the Princess:
"Dorothy, it isn't me you want to interact with. Do you think I wouldn't know what you're thinking?"
Dorothy did not want to disturb Shade, who was resting beside her, but knowing that Leisha had seen through her feelings, she cautiously turned over and looked sideways at Shade, who had not spoken for a long time.
Then, in the dim bedroom, she saw that Shade was looking at her too. The moment their eyes met, they both understood what the other was thinking.
Miss Writer complained that her "reserve" had wasted too much time, then reached out from beneath the blankets and wrapped her arms around Shade's neck.
At the same time, Leisha smiled in her room at Yodel Palace. Watching the situation over there while preparing for a bath, she knew it would soon be her turn.
As for Little Mia by the pillow, the cat had originally been sleeping soundly. Awakened by the noise, it wriggled in place like a worm, turned in a circle, then let its tail droop before it and sank back into a dream.
And that night, something strange also appeared in Shade's dream.
As on countless nights before, he stood upon the endless wilderness beneath the Silver Moon, feeling the cold yet gentle wind as he looked up at the lunar disk. But the starry sky, which had previously held only twinkling