Instead, it was the fact, Lucy had been born Year 140 Months of Snow, Jaguar Era. In other words, Lucy was in some historical period before planes and the internet. Lucy had almost fainted when she realized this. Still, Lucy calmed down. She could adjust. Lucy yawns, looking around the courtyard. Mom and she had been in seclusion since birth, so Lucy hadn't met her siblings yet. In fact, Lucy hadn't seen her Father since the day she was born.

Today Lady Selena was going to test her affinity. Lucy was nervous, simply because Mom was nervous. She was terrified Lucy would be a waste. "Consort Mora, Lady Selena is here" Aunt Edith, Mom's personal maid says. Mom nods jerkily and stands. Lucy turns her head to sea Lady Selena coming. Mom bows. "Lady Selena," Mom says. Lady Selena nods, "Even if the Young Miss is a waste. She'll be the daughter of the Rimes clan. We'll ensure her husband marries into the clan or that she marries someone in-clan. No one would dare abuse our Young Miss" Lady Selena says. Mom's body relaxes. "Thank you, Lady Selena," Mom says.

Lady Selena pulls a crystal out of her pocket and holds it against Lucy's forehead. After a moment, the sparkles in her inner sky tingle, and bounce around. The crystal glows yellow. "Ah" Mom cries out. A tear lands on Lucy's head. What does that mean? Am I a waste? "She has air affinity," Lady Selena says, smiling. Mom hugs Lucy tightly. "My baby, my daughter. She's not a waste!" Mom sobs, burying her face in her hand. It's the energy sparkles? Why would the yellow show up? My pure energy is stronger. Whatever, it made Mom happy, so it's fine.

Deciding not to worry about it, Lucy lays on Mom's shoulder to drift off to sleep. "You're out of seclusion tomorrow. The First Madam sent word she will come met the Young Miss," Lady Selena says. "Also your brother has requested to visit. Once the First Madam is gone, I'll send word to him." Lady Selena says. Lucy blinks, perking up. Mom's brother? My uncle? First Madam? Would that be Father's Mom? Lucy wonders, yawning. Tomorrow, we'll have visitors.