The Cerulean (The Cerulean Duology #1) - Amy Ewing Page 0,16

For me.”

“But moonstone is so rare. It should stay in the City, shouldn’t it?”

“No one knew we had it anyway, so it will not be missed. It’s yours now,” Leela said, taking the chain and fastening it around Sera’s neck. “There is nothing more precious to me than your friendship. I would not have you leave without taking a token of me with you.”

Her voice cracked on the word leave. The chain was quite long, and Sera tucked the star under her dress so it nestled against her breastbone, keeping it hidden but close to her heart.

We are the Cerulean. Our blood is magic.

Sera clung to that thought. She was a Cerulean. She loved her City and it did not matter that she was terrified. She would not allow it to matter. All she had ever wanted was adventure, wasn’t it? She should think of this as a journey, something that no other Cerulean had done in nearly a thousand years. She gathered up her courage and wrapped it in careful layers around her heart.

Maybe if she pretended hard enough, she would not feel afraid at all.

She and Leela left the bedroom together and headed into the sitting room, where her mothers were waiting.

“I am ready,” she said.

5

THE DAY GARDENS WERE AT THE VERY WESTERN EDGE OF the City Above the Sky, filled with the brightest flowers, purple hydrangeas and yellow tulips, red-gold fireflowers and pale pink ladyslips, and Sera’s favorite, minstrel flowers—they had iridescent petals in a rainbow of colors, and when they opened and closed, it sounded like singing.

Her reception here could not have been more different than it was at the Estuary. Everyone wanted to talk to her now. Everyone wanted to kiss her hand or the hem of her dress. Perhaps because this feast was for her, because she was meant to be ogled, the Cerulean did not find her presence so uncomfortable. The moonstone was warm against her skin, hidden under her dress, and she felt like she was carrying Leela’s heart as well as her own.

Koreen came rushing up to her as she entered the Day Gardens, followed by Treena and Daina.

“Oh, Sera,” she gushed. “I’m so happy for you. Mother Sun has graced you! How does it feel?”

That seemed to be the question everyone wanted an answer to, but no one wanted the answer Sera had to give. “I am honored, thank you,” she said, because it was easier than explaining the truth.

“I thought I was going to faint when the High Priestess called your name!” Daina exclaimed. “It was so very exciting, wasn’t it?”

“It’s the most exciting thing that’s happened in years, that’s what my green mother said,” Treena added. “She never thought she’d live to see the City move again.”

“Oh, Sera!” Atana hurried over and kissed her on the cheek. Sera had always suspected Atana found her annoying, but it seemed no one remembered how they used to feel about her, just how they decided to feel about her now. “You must be so honored. What did it feel like, when your name was called?”

“Hot,” Sera answered truthfully.

Atana could not seem to decide whether she thought Sera was joking. “Oh. Yes. Well, you look lovely. Did your green mother make this dress?” Sera nodded. “I will have to see if she can give me some tips. Did you girls hear there is to be a wedding season soon?”

Sera couldn’t believe how quickly things had turned from her impending sacrifice to dresses and weddings. Her head hurt and she wanted to hide someplace quiet where no one could see her.

Koreen was smiling at Sera with a look she had never been on the receiving end of before. “We could go for a walk by the Aviary later if you’d like,” she said, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.

Sera was stunned. Was Koreen flirting with her? She couldn’t remember anyone flirting with her, ever. She had tried flirting herself once or twice, with dismal results. The girls were never interested. And neither was Sera.

She looked at Koreen’s smooth silver skin and big azure eyes, her breasts curving under her dress, her silky blue hair swept over one shoulder. And she tried. She tried so hard to find something arousing about her.

But inside she was empty.

Sera didn’t realize she hadn’t given a response until Leela cleared her throat.

“Oh,” she said with a start. “I . . . I can’t. I’m sorry.”

Then she turned and wove her way through the crowd, trying not