Chapter 2 : Shopping Day Between Sisters

No throne. no war. just two bolts of lightning shining together, with no need to strike.

We often believe a queen lives only for her throne qu'elle dort dans les éclairs, pense dans la stratégie et respire à travers les murs de ses responsabilités but even goddesses need to dream and sometimes, that dream takes the form of a ridiculous cat hat, or of a dress that gently crackles with each breath.

L’Univers 6.3, dans sa version diurne, offrait un tableau presque irréel. The Celestia Gallery, a floating street suspended between two uncertain dimensions, stretched above the void with the grace of a cosmic ribbon. The ground, fluid and shifting, formed a liquid rainbow. With every breath of the astral wind, the shop windows changed color. Here, fashion met magic, and commerce danced with dreams.

Saphira Noctielle walked slowly, arms relaxed, Élya nestled against her in a star-embroidered doll carrier her gaze sought nothing. It welcomed as if this shifting world suited her better than any fortress.

Next to her, Diva overflowed with energy as always. red cap turned backwards on her head, lightning shaped sunglasses, she pushed a cart already too full clothes scattered, jewelry tinkling against plushies, ice cream cones melting over magical cloaks Diva wasn’t shopping, she was capturing moments and laughing at every find.

She suddenly brandished a giant hood with ears.

"This cat hat is FOR YOU!"

She shoved it onto Saphira’s head, who remained still.

She didn’t react — but she didn’t take it off either.

Her fingers slid over the fabric. “It’s soft,” she murmured.

Their first stop was a celestial clothing boutique named “Silken Reverie and Thunder”, run by a cosmic dryad whose arms were made of golden-leafed stems.

Each fabric on display vibrated to the client’s emotion. Here, cloth remembered who you were.

“Welcome, electric queens,” said the shopkeeper, inclining her main stem in greeting.

Saphira found a navy-blue dress she touched it, and the fabric lit up with fine lines, like very slow, calm lightning a luminous breath.

Diva, meanwhile, chose a red jacket with a floating train that seemed to race behind her whenever she lifted an arm.

"I’m gonna run in style," she declared proudly, twirling in front of a temporal mirror.

Then they stopped by a living bookstore: Libr’Aura.

There, Saphira entered alone.

The shop, as if recognizing her, slowed its pulse the books opened gently before her, flipping their pages in silence, as if calling to her.

She chose a book of ancient poems on the solitude of dragons the pages trembled lightly at her touch.

Diva, returning with arms full of other useless but irresistible accessories, spotted her.

“You’re still reading sad stuff?”

Saphira barely smiled, gaze resting on an illustration of a dragon lying beneath a broken moon.

“They remind me of myself. but now, they’re no longer alone.”

They ended up at the dimensional ice cream shop frozen & divine, where the flavors defied the laws of matter.

Saphira chose a soft snow mist ice cream, almost translucent, tasting like the first snowflakes on a dream. Diva went for something more explosive: four crackling fireballs, still steaming, served in a corolla of sun-bark.

"I haven’t eaten in two dimensions," she declared, as if it were sacred truth.

They finally sat on a floating bench a slow cloud, moored between two onyx pillars, above the colorful void.

The sky turned slowly, colors dancing along the invisible lines of worlds brushing past each other.

Saphira stared without focus on her lap, Élya wore a tiny golden cape bought by Diva, and seemed to smile in her cotton sleep.

“It’s nice, today,” she said, almost in a whisper.

Diva watched her a bit surprised then softened.

She took out a lightning candy small, crackling and flicked it into her sister’s mouth with perfect aim.

Saphira didn’t protest she chewed the flavor fizzed.

And Diva simply murmured

“Yeah. it’s nice being just us.”

End of Chapter 2 – Shopping Day Between Sisters