Lyra stretched her tiny faerie wings. She peered out the observation window of her space station home. Far below, Earth glowed like a giant marble, swirled with blue and green. Today was her very first day at the Space Sprout School. Her tummy felt like a jar full of fizzing starlight. "Wobble, wobble," she whispered, feeling her little legs do a funny jiggle. This new feeling made her a bit unsure. She needed to fly through the quiet, curving corridors to the bright hydroponic gardens. That’s where the youngest faerie learners grew their first cosmic cucumbers. Lyra pushed off her bed. She intended a graceful float.