Cumulus: You’ll be fine, though. Although mixed relationships are frowned upon over there, they know that being mixed is something you can’t prevent. It won’t stop them for being rude at first.

Aurora: I got this, Mom.

Cumulus: I love you, sweetie.

Aurora: I love you too, Mom.

Cumulus: So, are you ready for the best summer ever?

Aurora: Am I ever! I haven’t seen Uncle Citron since I was a baby!

Cumulus: He’s so excited to see you again. He’s been so busy with his restaurant nowadays. 

Aurora: Well, I should get on the plane.

Cumulus: I shouldn’t keep you any longer. I should warn you, though, some of the people in Windenburg aren’t too, keen, on mixed berries.

Aurora: Oh?

Aurora: So, I’m some sort of magical heir?

Cumulus: Well, yes.

Aurora: And at any point I can make a wish in this well?

Cumulus: I would wait. My mother wouldn’t be happy if you just wasted a wish. It could curse our family.

Aurora: Wow. That’s a lot of responsibility. Why me?

Cumulus: Don’t ask me; my mother chose you to be heir. I doubt it will be that way in the future.

Aurora: Do I have to have a bunch of children?

Cumulus: Nope. Just one, if you want.

Aurora: This is a lot to take in.

Cumulus: Well, don’t worry about it for now. I want you to have fun in Windenburg,.