Onto this new web

Potema could hardly see her brother when Meldresi dropped him onto the floor. The little girl had been cursed with her absentee father's bright white, Arctic coat. She did not have the dark shroud of her mother and Damien, or the mottled patterned of Cicero. She was a beacon in the dark.

So, naturally, she did not notice when Damien ran off into the shadows. Instead, one of her blank-eyed moment came about, and the princess drifted off into space, unaware of everyone except for the strange, dancing figures in front of her. She remained in her dream world, until a cry took her from it. It was Damien. "Wear Da'men?!" she called out.