At least Luna’s moonrise was right on schedule. She’s been briefly worried that she might have to take up the reins on that duty, but she needn’t have worried—Luna’s love of the night sky overtrumped her new pet unicorn. I bet she’s furious that I never came to her chambers to chide her. She wasn’t sure that she shouldn’t have, but she could hardly spend all her time second-guessing her sister’s decisions. It would serve no purpose, except to demean the younger diarch, and if they were to rule as equals, they should behave in the same manner.