I wake up to a loud crash outside. Wrapping my blankets tightly around myself, I step onto the lawn.
Outside is a pearly white spaceship collided into the ice of the comet. Out of the smoldering wreckage comes a boy, seemingly around 16 or 17. His skin and hair are pure white, like newfallen snow. His eyes are a silver-grey.
Maybe wishes do come true, I think.
"Hey," the boy stumbles forward a bit, "I'm Shiroto." He holds out his hand.
"Hello," I say, fighting back a laugh, "I'm Princess Rosalina."
His eyes widen. "Princess? Aw, now I feel even worse about the crash. Sorry. I'm a bit clumsy..."
"It's quite alright," I reply. "I can fix it."
Shiroto brightens up almost immediately. "You can?" he asks.
"Yes," I say to him, "you can come inside if you want."
"Awesome! Uh, I mean-" -he bows- "thank you." He looks up at me, grinning. I crack a smile this time.
"Mama? Who's that?"
"That's Shiroto."
"Oh! Is he your-"
"Shh," Astin comes up behind his Luma sister. He whispers something to her, and she gives and understanding nod of the head. They float away happily.
"Wow. I never saw those before," Shiroto says after a moment. "What... er... who are they?"
"They're Lumas," I say with a giggle, "my children."
"How many are there?"
"Too many to count," I reply. He seems amused by this, but simply says, "Okay."