A celestial being descended—part fairy, part star. The Skyweaver.
"I've watched you, child of light. You walk a narrow edge."
The Skyweaver offered her a choice: gain a fragment of cosmic power, or refuse and remain unchanged.
"I'll take it," Lucky said. "But only if I can still feel joy, sadness, love."
The Skyweaver smiled. "Then you've passed the true test."