it's been a whle
Now we hit chapter 2. I need to start writing more. Ya'll are staring to catch up to my last ending point.
With all that had happened to Mira that day, it was no wonder that she couldn’t sleep. By the time her clock read 12:30, she had it pretty much figured out. Nothing was the same as it had seemed, even since earlier that day. For one thing, Jordan’s relationship with Dani had her
worried. What if it did get serious? What if they did have to go home? Oh well, we can deal with that if, and when it happens, she knew something would have to be done, she just hoped she didn’t have to do it. And then, there was the whole thing with Alex. That was something she had to do on her own, and she had absolutely no idea how to go about. This, however, is my problem. I wish I knew what to do.
Sighing, Mira turned her head to the full moon outside, and, burying herself in her golden comforter, finally fell asleep.
Wow, I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck. What happened to me? Mira pulled herself awake to the dull, cloudy sky outside, a fast wind blowing through the treetops. Still half-asleep, she looked around her room. I love my room, she thought tiredly, and she did. The pale, goldenrod walls, a color she herself had picked out. Her big, honey colored, four-poster bed which matched the golden hardwood on her floor. Her big blue, handwoven rug which covered it, even the blue and gold curtains she always had pulled back to let the elements in. It made her feel free, those open windows, like she could just fly right out of them. Even worse, to know that you could fly out them, but you aren’t able to, she thought bitterly, then slowly got up to get dressed.
Mira noted that the clock said 6:00. Good, since the rest of her family took time to sleep on Sunday, she’d be the only one up. Judging by the wind coming in through her window, it was pretty cold outside, so she pulled a light sweater on over her t-shirt and left her long hair loose.
She made sure to be quiet as she left the house, because her mother would not be happy that she’d been out so early, but as soon as she was clear of the door, she quickened her pace, and made for the forest trail. Even though she hadn’t been there long yesterday, something about the valley called her in a way that it never had before. Despite her sweater, Mira rubbed her arms against the cold, but didn’t call heat to warm herself. Her personal talents of calling light and heat were very useful, but she liked the bite of the wind on her face, enjoyed the cold that numbed her nose.
As she entered the woods, she walked faster. There was an urgency in the air that hadn’t been there before. Something was pulling her there, and she couldn’t recognize it. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, she reached the clearing only to find it deserted. Someone was here, I can feel it. Sudden indignation flared up. Who dared to disturb her place? Not that it was really hers, but she liked to think it anyway. Mira walked around, looking for a sign, any sign, of who had been there. She nearly missed it, but at the end of her search, she found it.
Perched on one of the boulders that she usually sat on when she came here, was a single rose, with petals the color of a tropical ocean. The fact that that was not a color that roses’ generally had was preceded in strangeness only by the fact that the rose exactly matched the color of her own wings. She sent a tendril of power toward it, checking to see if it was dangerous. Good, nothing. But, still I wonder what it’s doing here? Something compelled her to pick it up, and she moved cautiously over to the rocks, and gently took the flower in her hand. That’s funny, she thought, taking a slow sniff, It smells like, oranges? Now that was crazy. Roses did not come in aquamarine, and they did not smell like her favorite thing in any world, they smelled like roses. Still, she took it with her as she walked slowly back down the path to her house.
She opened her front door and eased cautiously into the kitchen, where she found her mother, calmly stirring pancake batter like she did every Sunday morning.
“Mom? What time is it?” Mira asked dazedly.
“Just about seven-thirty. Why were you outside at this hour of the morning?” Shirani
countered.
Obviously, Mira had spent far longer outside than she’d intended to. A quick glance at the clock confirmed her fears. Wordlessly, she held up the rose as an answer.
“Where did you get that?” Shirani demanded.
“It was in the clearing. It, well it sort of, called to me. I sensed magic on it, but nothing
evil, so I brought it here to show you.” Mira said breathlessly. “What is it?”
“Well, to all appearances, it is an ordinary rose. It has just been tampered with. One thing you may not have picked up, is that whoever did this was faerie.” Her mother concluded.
“What does that mean? Whoever did this wasn’t a dragonfly, we don’t have that power. And we’re the only faeries in Valeton, aren’t we?” Mira asked slowly.
“To my knowledge, we were. It appears now that I was wrong. I need to talk to your father…” Shirani concluded, thinking.
“Dad had to get to Trifaerie early today, though, didn’t he?” Mira pondered.
“Yes, but this is important. Tell your brother where I’ve gone, and don’t leave the house, you hear?” Her mother replied quickly. “I won’t be gone long, but your father will probably want to come home for this.”
“But he’s needed there.” Mira protested.
“That’s the main reason I might be a while. He can’t come home early, not now.” Shirani said.
“I think I can hold down the fort while you’re gone.” Mira answered sardonically.
“I know you can, otherwise I wouldn’t be leaving. One more thing, don’t touch that flower while I’m gone. There might be a spell we can’t detect on it.” With that, her mother left the room. Mira heard the door close, and went to the window to follow her mother’s course. Strangely, Shirani went down the path to Mira’s clearing. She doesn’t want anyone to see her transport. Obviously. Mira wasn’t quite sure how her parents got to Trifaerie, but they most likely just used their own power for a transport spell. Mira didn’t even want to think how much personal energy that took, but her parents were the two most powerful dragonfly faeries there were, so they could handle it.
With all that had happened to Mira that day, it was no wonder that she couldn’t sleep. By the time her clock read 12:30, she had it pretty much figured out. Nothing was the same as it had seemed, even since earlier that day. For one thing, Jordan’s relationship with Dani had her
worried. What if it did get serious? What if they did have to go home? Oh well, we can deal with that if, and when it happens, she knew something would have to be done, she just hoped she didn’t have to do it. And then, there was the whole thing with Alex. That was something she had to do on her own, and she had absolutely no idea how to go about. This, however, is my problem. I wish I knew what to do.
Sighing, Mira turned her head to the full moon outside, and, burying herself in her golden comforter, finally fell asleep.
Wow, I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck. What happened to me? Mira pulled herself awake to the dull, cloudy sky outside, a fast wind blowing through the treetops. Still half-asleep, she looked around her room. I love my room, she thought tiredly, and she did. The pale, goldenrod walls, a color she herself had picked out. Her big, honey colored, four-poster bed which matched the golden hardwood on her floor. Her big blue, handwoven rug which covered it, even the blue and gold curtains she always had pulled back to let the elements in. It made her feel free, those open windows, like she could just fly right out of them. Even worse, to know that you could fly out them, but you aren’t able to, she thought bitterly, then slowly got up to get dressed.
Mira noted that the clock said 6:00. Good, since the rest of her family took time to sleep on Sunday, she’d be the only one up. Judging by the wind coming in through her window, it was pretty cold outside, so she pulled a light sweater on over her t-shirt and left her long hair loose.
She made sure to be quiet as she left the house, because her mother would not be happy that she’d been out so early, but as soon as she was clear of the door, she quickened her pace, and made for the forest trail. Even though she hadn’t been there long yesterday, something about the valley called her in a way that it never had before. Despite her sweater, Mira rubbed her arms against the cold, but didn’t call heat to warm herself. Her personal talents of calling light and heat were very useful, but she liked the bite of the wind on her face, enjoyed the cold that numbed her nose.
As she entered the woods, she walked faster. There was an urgency in the air that hadn’t been there before. Something was pulling her there, and she couldn’t recognize it. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, she reached the clearing only to find it deserted. Someone was here, I can feel it. Sudden indignation flared up. Who dared to disturb her place? Not that it was really hers, but she liked to think it anyway. Mira walked around, looking for a sign, any sign, of who had been there. She nearly missed it, but at the end of her search, she found it.
Perched on one of the boulders that she usually sat on when she came here, was a single rose, with petals the color of a tropical ocean. The fact that that was not a color that roses’ generally had was preceded in strangeness only by the fact that the rose exactly matched the color of her own wings. She sent a tendril of power toward it, checking to see if it was dangerous. Good, nothing. But, still I wonder what it’s doing here? Something compelled her to pick it up, and she moved cautiously over to the rocks, and gently took the flower in her hand. That’s funny, she thought, taking a slow sniff, It smells like, oranges? Now that was crazy. Roses did not come in aquamarine, and they did not smell like her favorite thing in any world, they smelled like roses. Still, she took it with her as she walked slowly back down the path to her house.
She opened her front door and eased cautiously into the kitchen, where she found her mother, calmly stirring pancake batter like she did every Sunday morning.
“Mom? What time is it?” Mira asked dazedly.
“Just about seven-thirty. Why were you outside at this hour of the morning?” Shirani
countered.
Obviously, Mira had spent far longer outside than she’d intended to. A quick glance at the clock confirmed her fears. Wordlessly, she held up the rose as an answer.
“Where did you get that?” Shirani demanded.
“It was in the clearing. It, well it sort of, called to me. I sensed magic on it, but nothing
evil, so I brought it here to show you.” Mira said breathlessly. “What is it?”
“Well, to all appearances, it is an ordinary rose. It has just been tampered with. One thing you may not have picked up, is that whoever did this was faerie.” Her mother concluded.
“What does that mean? Whoever did this wasn’t a dragonfly, we don’t have that power. And we’re the only faeries in Valeton, aren’t we?” Mira asked slowly.
“To my knowledge, we were. It appears now that I was wrong. I need to talk to your father…” Shirani concluded, thinking.
“Dad had to get to Trifaerie early today, though, didn’t he?” Mira pondered.
“Yes, but this is important. Tell your brother where I’ve gone, and don’t leave the house, you hear?” Her mother replied quickly. “I won’t be gone long, but your father will probably want to come home for this.”
“But he’s needed there.” Mira protested.
“That’s the main reason I might be a while. He can’t come home early, not now.” Shirani said.
“I think I can hold down the fort while you’re gone.” Mira answered sardonically.
“I know you can, otherwise I wouldn’t be leaving. One more thing, don’t touch that flower while I’m gone. There might be a spell we can’t detect on it.” With that, her mother left the room. Mira heard the door close, and went to the window to follow her mother’s course. Strangely, Shirani went down the path to Mira’s clearing. She doesn’t want anyone to see her transport. Obviously. Mira wasn’t quite sure how her parents got to Trifaerie, but they most likely just used their own power for a transport spell. Mira didn’t even want to think how much personal energy that took, but her parents were the two most powerful dragonfly faeries there were, so they could handle it.