“Here you are,” said Fira. “Your room is on the fourth floor.” “Room?” Helios repeated. “Does that mean there’s only one?” “We have to share?” asked Sparkle. “All three of us?” Glory squealed in dismay. “It’s only until the decoration-talent fairies can get two more rooms ready,” said Fira. “Besides, it’ll be fun. You’ll be right next door to me.” They flew together to the triplets’ room. Fira opened the door, and the three young fairies crowded inside. The decoration-talent fairies had been busy. One moon-shaped fan hung from the ceiling. But Fira noted that there were three of everything else: three beds, stacked one on top of the other. Three walnut-shell dressers with star-shaped knobs. Three mirrors in a row. Each reflected light from a different window, and each one was larger than the next. “Here we are!” Fira said. “I get the top bunk!” Sparkle called. “No, I want the top one!” said Helios. “No, me!” cried little Glory. But Sparkle was already sitting on the bed, swinging her legs.
