As Child reached the rooftop, she stopped in shock. There was clearly a person, a young boy, climbing off the tumbled remains of her lettuce trays. How had he managed to climb so high? Did he know he risked the curse?
Child awoke, alone as usual, the morning before her doom. She had never been permitted to set one foot outside her rooms and the high windows were too deep and narrow to view anything more than small patches of sky.
Because Wisdom was also kind many of the citizens were in the habit of running to visit her cottage for every problem, great or small. The path to her door was wide and beaten down, her garden trampled, her home invaded. The line of seekers never ceased night or day.
Once there was a girl who fell in love with the sky. In those days, Sky was robed in white and shades of grey; and young Light’s favorite stories were the tales her mother told of Sky’s search for color. He asked farmers to sow flowers in his cloak, but they would not grow.