Let it be known that Queen Ripple, sixth ruler of Ripple Star and fourth queen, had complete faith in Ribbon, Ripple Star's current guardian, wielder of the Sacred Crystal, and one of the heroes of the Dark Matter Incursion. However, it must also be stated that Satin, (a name she hadn't used since her coronation and ascension to the throne many years ago.) best friend to Ribbon's mother Ruffle, was worried for her surrogate daughter.

'I expected this to happen,' she thought. 'It was a risk, and I knew that.'

Dreamland, despite Kirby, Meta Knight, and DeDeDe's best efforts, was a hotbed of activity. There was always going to be a chance that Ribbon (and the other fairies) would be swept up in some sort of crisis.

'She's with Kirby,' she reminded herself. 'And Ribbon is strong in her own right.'

"Your majesty?" Ripple's temporary aid asked.

She glanced at the red-haired boy, a fairy named Felt that usually helped Ribbon in her duties as Queen's Aide, and smiled.

"I'm fine, Felt," she said.

She turned back to her work and frowned. With her mind fraught with worry over Ribbon and DeDeDe, it was unlikely she was going to get any work done.

She sighed and stood up from her desk.

"I'm going to take a walk around the palace," she announced.

"Er, yes ma'am," Felt nervously answered. "Would you like an escort?"

"No, thank you," she said, shaking her head. "Gather any files I'll need for my meetings today, okay Felt?"

Felt saluted. He normally helped Ribbon with gathering files so he was a little more confident with this task.

"Yes, your majesty."

Ripple smiled and proceeded to walk out of her study.

Her smile lessened as she walked through the castle halls. She trusted Ribbon wholeheartedly, and she definitely trusted Kirby, so she really should have stopped worrying. But she couldn't, no matter how hard she tried. There was also the fact that something about the floating islands and giant stalks and glowing fruits was tickling something in her brain, but she just couldn't remember.

She sighed.

"How would you handle this, Ruffle?" she asked herself softly.

She missed her friend and former aide dearly. The loss of Ruffle may have been five years ago, but Ripple doubted it would ever stop hurting. It was only exacerbated by how much Ripple could see of her friend in her current aide. Everyday, Ribbon reminded her so much of the girl's mother. The way she would approach a problem was the same as Ruffle did, with determination and intelligence. There was also the fact that Ribbon, just like Ruffle had been, was just as much of a nuisance about reminding Ripple to take care of herself.

She snorted.

"She definitely got that from you."

While her looks were more from her father, what with her pink hair and round face, Ribbon's personality was so much like her mother… at least when it came to her work as Queen's aid.

"Though, she acts more like her father when it comes to a certain puffball."

Ripple smiled sadly.

Oh, how much she wished Ruffle was still alive. There was no doubt in her mind that the two of them would be having a squealing fit with how cute Kirby and Ribbon were.

Her phone beeped.

She chuckled as she opened the message Ribbon sent her.

"Case and point," she said with a smirk.

Along with a message telling of the duo's progress, Ribbon had also sent a photo (or 'selfie' as the kids called it) of her and Kirby, though it looked like Kirby was the one who took it, as one of his arms was extended out of frame while the other was wrapped around Ribbon's shoulder. The two had to get quite close to both fit in frame and it was clear that the proximity was causing the dusting of pink on Ribbon's cheeks. Despite this she still smiled brightly.

"She's as bad as her dad."

When it came to her crush, Ribbon was definitely her father's daughter. Honestly, the way the two acted, so oblivious to each other yet obvious to everyone else, reminded Ripple of her dear friends. The way that Ruffle was so confident and unaware as she discussed legends with a blushing-

Her eyes widened as her mind recalled a conversation she had once overheard.

"Come on," Ruffle said with a chuckle. "Are you joking?"

"I'm not," her companion stated. "It's called the Dream Stalk. All the old timers talk about how it will bring us a hero if we're ever in trouble."

"You really believe that, Fox?"

"Oh, yeah," he said confidently. "I know it's real, Ruff."

"So you've seen it?"

"Er, well, no, not personally…"

"So it's a legend?"

"All legends have a grain of truth."

Ruffle laughed.

"Let's continue this as we walk. I gotta get Sat these files."

"No way," she whispered.

Ripple turned around and took flight, rushing to her room. She made a beeline for her closet and pulled out a specific box. From the box, she pulled out a book.

"Ruffle's diary," she said reverently as she ran a hand over the cover. The simple leather bound book had a short message scrawled across its cover. It stated 'Ruffle's Private Thoughts. Do Not Open! (This means you Satin, ya nosey!)'

She wanted to give this to Ribbon when she got back. She clasped her hands together in a prayer.

"I'm sorry, Ruff," she apologized. "I don't want to do this, but I have to be sure. Please forgive me!"

Ripple was not a fighter. She couldn't throw a punch. She couldn't wield a weapon. But what she could do is try to get Ribbon information.

'Our girl needs info, and we may just have it,' she thought. With a deep breath and her prayer said, she steeled herself and opened the book. 'It's entirely possible your daughter may have stumbled upon Foxglove's home!'