The harp is only a focus, an outlet for the feelings that rise from her search - a search, she understands by Reno's words, that has once more been thwarted. She lifts her head.

"Endymion," she seems to like the name very much to judge from the number of times she manages to say it, "is the only prince of Earth; young, but strong and courageous."

Yet he is not here. Not here in the Moon Castle, and not on Earth. She knows it. Where has he gone? Where has he been taken? Where must she go, and how far, to find him?