Ariana
Moonlight is streaming into her room when Aberforth finally lays the book aside. By that moonlight, he can make out the image on its cover, of the fairy boy who seems to fly by the power of his own fancy alone. He glances at his sister, by the window. Under that moonlight, they are both sickly and pale.
"There is a lady in the moon," she says. "She talks to me sometimes."
"What does she say?"
"She tells me that I shall never grow old."
"Like the Lost Boys?" he asks, trying to smile.
She hesitates. "No, not like them."