Luna's POV
A butterfly made of pure starlight landed on Luna's nose.
She went cross-eyed trying to look at it, amazed that something so impossible could tickle her skin with tiny feet made of actual starshine. The butterfly's wings weren't just silver magic shaped like light - they were real starlight somehow made solid.
"Sunny," she whispered, afraid to move and scare it away. "Are you seeing this?"
"I'm seeing about twenty of them," Sunny replied, his voice full of wonder.
Luna carefully turned her head and gasped. The training yard had transformed overnight into something that looked like a fairy tale. Everywhere she and Sunny had practiced their combined magic, impossible things were growing.
