Cira stood at the bottom of the steps and paced back and forth waiting for her parents.
"Mom said bright and early," she mumbled, "what's bright and early to her mean?"
"Excuse me," a guy said from behind her. Cira turned around and smiled lightly at Sol. Sol was her mother's advisor and her private teacher. He rubbed his silver eyes sleepily. "Princess, what are you doing up so early?" He put his glasses case out and placed his glasses on his tiny face. "Are you up preparing for your tests?" Cira made an icky face at him causing him to laugh.
"No, I'm going to Earth with Mother and Father today," she smiled.
"We're coming," her mother giggled as she floated down the stairs so effortlessly. Behind her grumbled a half sleep gentleman. His onyx colored hair was a bit disheveled and his eyes were barely open. "Your father is having a hard time this morning," she chuckled motioning to the man behind her.
"Good morning, Father," Cira smiled at him. He stopped in mid-step and smiled at his daughter. He raked his hands through his hair until it fell flat on his head. His eyes widened and smiled down at Cira.
"Good morning, beautiful," his gruff morning voice laughed. He lifted his daughter high into the air and spun her around. She giggled delightfully. "Are we ready to go this morning?" He asked as he set her back down. She nodded and rushed out the door. Her mother and father followed behind her and climbed into the carriage. The carriage pulled away and Cira stared out the window as they rode past different planets and stars.
"It's so peaceful out here," she smiled to herself. Her mother and father exchanged smiles as they watched their daughter. Their carriage entered Earth's atmosphere and landed outside of a white kingdom.
"I sometimes forget how long that ride is," her mother giggled and stretched as she climbed out the carriage. Her father shook his head and just laughed. "Now," her mother turned to her and smiled, "you be a good girl." She paused and shook her head. "I don't need to tell you that," she smiled brightly, "just have fun." Cira nodded and walked over to a garden full of flowers. She sat down in the midst of it and ran her fingers over the petals of a flower.
"That one's called an alstroemeria," a voice said behind her, "or a Peruvian lily, the flower of friendship and devotion." Cira turned around and looked at the person behind her. He wore white royal clothes with gold accents and bore a crescent moon on his forehead. He sat down near her and smiled. "My name Celino," he extended his hand for hers, "the prince of the Moon Kingdom." Cira turned her back to him,
"And I'm uninterested." Celino's mouth hung open shocked that he had been rejected by her. He felt an interest in Cira and was determined to pursue it.