Cool eastern winds blowing past the curtains at nine in the evening, a silhouette of a mother appeared. She was of ripe age and with her is her daughter, barely old enough to get her first mount on a colt. By the balcony in the castle's keep, they admired the peaceful indigo night sky.

With both hands wrapped around her most precious treasure, the mother defeated the silence.  

"Do you want to have a sister honey?" 

"Yes mother, can I have one?" The tone of one who has wanted it since forever, eyes shimmering in surprise

"I am pleased then. I tell you dear, you will have a sister soon." A smile appeared from the taller figure

"I..I.. Im so happy! Could I perhaps name her?" She giggled, the hands wrapping around her tightened

"You have a name already? What do you have in mind?" 

"Yerim. I would like to name her Yerim mother" 

The mother only nods as if her daughter could see her. She kisses her head and continued to stare back into the vast blankness of the evening view.