The artist of the sky was rapidly brushing the colorful hues of the dawn onto the sky.  Some remnants of the night sky were leftover.  The remaining colors ranged from grayish blue to muted purple, so the painter of the sky rapidly brushed in light washes of gold, yellow, light blue, pinks and a touch of red here and there.  Clouds intermingled with the colors leaving some with golden linings while others took on the hues of the sky.

As the artist of the sky rapidly worked, drops fell off his paintbrush and sailed toward the earth to shatter into hundreds of pieces upon impact.  The pieces of color, because they now had a life of their own, formed into flowers that stretched open their petals towards the new morning sky.

With a sigh for a job well done, the painter of the sky went his merry way on a new path that was surrounded on each side by wild flowers that matched the sky.  He never noticed that the new flowers matched his palette.

And, so a new beautiful day began as Kya rapidly got ready to start another day of school, learning how to become a respected lady of the orb.