Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-34411796-20190518021809/@comment-34411796-20190518025557

==LARK==

Lark brushed through her dark hair; the black waves that flowed past her waist contrasted with her pale skin. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled.

She flicked her wrist, drawing the water from a pitcher on her bedside table, and pouring it into the vase containing a light pink rose.

"Lark!" Her mother called, her calm voice loud, but not commanding.

"Coming!" Lark replied, spinning on her heels. She was not as calm as her mother.

She opened her door, and closed it behind her as she started walking down the grand staircase.

Lark's mother smiled from the bottom of the steps. "You wore the dress I liked."

Lark shrugged, "I like it too." She really did. She defenitely didn't like to dress as fancy as her aunt, but she liked pretty dresses. The dress was a silvery-blue, and pooled around her as she walked down the steps.

Her father came out of his office, he smiled at her. "You know, you don't have to dress so fancy for your uncle."

Lark shrugged once again, "He doesn't come that often. And I'd like to dress better then her."

Like Lark had summonded her, a little girl with always-messy dark brown hair bareled into the room, almost flying headfirst into the wall.

Their father stuck his arm out and caught her. "Min, be careful," he reminded her.

"BUT UNCLE TAM IS COMING!" Min shouted, flailing her skinny arms in the air. "AND THE REST OF OUR FAMILY!"

Her mother smiled, "Yes, but you can't run them over when they comes in."

"I KNOW!" Min shouted.

"Tone it down, please," Lark said.

Min sighed. "Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." She took a good look at Lark. "Why are you wearing that?"

Lark stuck out her tongue, mentally reminding herself she was thirteen, "I like it."

"I don't need to be fancy," Min pointed to her dirt stained tunic.

Lark's mother looked around, "At least try to brush that hair."

Min groaned, but oblidged.

==ACELYNN==

"Mommmmmmmm," Acelynn groaned as her mom fussed with her hair, trying to pin up the unruly strawberry-blond curls.

"Acelynn," her mom chided, "Don't you want to look pretty?"

"I am pretty," Acelynn said matter-of-factly. "All elves are."

"Yes, but we're going to see our family!" Her mom twirled a piece of hair around her finger.

Acelynn rolled her eyes, "We see them all the time! And technically, three of them aren't even our family!"

"But we're going to have dinner," Her mother responded in a sing-song voice, finally pinning her hair down with a golden barrete.

"Mom!"

"Mom!"

"Mom!"

"Mom!"

Acelynn's mom looked down and grinned at her twin sons. "Yes?"

"Dad won't let us play with his stuff!" Syler complained.

"His 'stuff' is very important to him," their mom reminded him.

"Yeah, but he NEVER lets us play with anything," Zion pointed out.

"Yes he does," their mom shooed them away, "Go play with your toys."

Aceylnn's mom turned back to her and smiled. "Now, where were we?"

"We were done," Acelynn said, standing up and smoothing out her emerald green tunic. "I don't need anymore sparkles."

"Everything needs more sparkles," her mom teased.

"Not me."

==MYRELLE==

"Elle, it's time to go!"

"Gimme a sec," Myrelle called back. She dug through her drawers and pulled out a vial filled with a ice-blue substance. She'd asked Acelynn to brew it up for her. Turning thirteen had made her concious of her weird eyes, a murky ice blue, but that was what happened when brown-eye genes get mixed up with ice-blue-eye genes. She was pretty sure her parents knew about it, but they never said anything. Myrelle hoped they understood why she changed her eyes, and hoped her mom wasn't disappointed that she changed them.

Myrelle screwed the bottle open, and took a sip, watching her eyes turn from a murky ice blue, to a pure ice blue. She defenitely liked her eyes better like that.

"My-my!" Her dad used the nickname she hated.

"Don't call me that," she paused, "I'm coming!"