In a rock stranded by the sea, White Pearl Cookie sometimes liked to rise to the surface, away from her sisters down below Tearcrown, and rest upon it, gazing at the moon. Lord Oyster nicknamed her after it, after all.

"Lord Oyster," she whispered, her gaze drifting from the moon to the memory of the young heir she had sworn to protect. A blush bloomed on her cheeks. "Is this... is this what Lady Sea feels? To gaze upon the moon, so far away, yet so… beautiful?"