"Oh, stop wiggling, sister!" Nimue laughed, her grip on Roxy's arm unyielding. "You are just suffering from pre-mating jitters! It is very common. I bit my first suitor on the nose!"
Vespera and Thalassa, flanking them like prison guards in pearl armor, swung the massive double doors open.
"Behold," Vespera announced, her voice filled with pride. "The Pearl Wing."
They shoved Roxy inside.
Roxy drifted awkwardly into the room, prepared to scream again. But the scream died in her throat.
She stopped panting. Her frying pan bumped against her hip as she floated there, staring.
It was breathtaking.
The room was carved from the interior of a massive, spiraling conch shell. The walls were a soft, pearlescent white. In the center of the room sat a bed, a genuine, giant clam shell lined with moss so thick and soft it looked like green velvet.
