The Star-Sailors' vessel hovered above the restored spire of Aeridor, its crystalline surface reflecting the morning light in dazzling patterns. King Evander I Valerius—my father—stood tall beside Duke Theron Thorne as we faced the delegation of beings composed of pure light. Though I'd grown accustomed to wonders in recent months, the sight still left me breathless.
"The Concord awaits your formal response," the lead Star-Sailor said, its voice like wind chimes in a gentle breeze.
Father squared his shoulders, his ceremonial robes shifting slightly in the breeze coming off the newly calmed sea. "After careful consideration with my council and the Duke's, we accept your invitation to join the Galactic Concord."
A ripple of what I could only interpret as pleasure moved through the light beings. "Then it is done. Your world is officially recognized as a Keystone of Harmony."
