Chapter 3: Flerbery's Fears
~Flerbery’s P.O.V.~
I dream that something is chasing me through a dank underground tunnel. I’m frantically running away, fear stricken, even though somehow I know I’m dreaming. Its footsteps get closer and closer. Suddenly, a pair of scissors appear on the tunnel floor in front of me. I grab them and whirl around to face the beast. I scream at the sight of it. Then a sudden pressure is exerted on my ribcage. I can’t breathe! I sit up in bed still screaming in terror and gasping for air.
“Ahhhhhhhhh! Woande! What was that for?” I demand of my sister, who sits on top of me.
“Ha ha. Sorry its the only way I could wake you up. Remember today is our birthday! We have to be ready by 10:00, and it’s already 8:45. So I suggest you go get ready.” She says happily. Ugh, how can can she be so happy in the morning. I hate mornings.
“Oh crap. Yeah I might wanna go get ready. Be right back.” I say, dragging myself out of bed and to the bathing room. I get out, towel dry my hair, laugh at how frizzy it looks, and then straighten it. I squeeze into a corset and tights and then slip into a strapless gown of emerald taffeta. Then I smudge some makeup onto my face and breeze onto the balcony that serves as our personal lounge room.
Woande stands at the edge of the balcony, her hands on the railing, looking out at the beautiful view of Flabnoria. She turns to look at me and I notice that she’s wearing makeup. She doesn’t wear it often, but she looks pretty whether she is or not. The wind blows and her tilly green dress sweeps around her ankles.
It’s silky and strapless, and the heart-shaped top is bejeweled with diamonds. It hugs her form all the way to her knees and then cascades into lilac ruffles. The toes of her tilly green pumps peek out from under the ruffles, the diamonds sparkling as if to give a shy hello. They match Woande’s diamond tiara, which sits on her side table next to her chair, its lilac and tilly green jewels mixed in with regular diamonds. I pick up my tiara from it’s cushion on the side table next to my chair. It’s beautiful and golden with ivy vines intricately woven together and coming to a point in the center.
“Whoa. Flerbery. You look yamazing! You are gorgeous!” She gushes.
“You look incredible! I love the colors! They wouldn’t look good on me, though…” I reply. “And you’re wearing makeup!”
“Thank you. I lovavlo your dress and your makeup. Ugh, I feel odd wearing makeup. Ha, ha, well it’s for a special occasion.” says Woande.
“I heard a rumor from the ladies’ maid that there will be princes there. You know, since we’re coming of the age to marry.” I say in a gossipy tone.
“Ooooh, princes!” She make eyebrows at me. “Do you know if they’re cute?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never actually met one. I just read about them, but it would seem that the only information available was written biasedly by lovesick dimwits.” I say with a laugh. “Come on, let’s go to the dining hall and sit over breakfast with Father. I do hope he approves of our gowns.”
I dream that something is chasing me through a dank underground tunnel. I’m frantically running away, fear stricken, even though somehow I know I’m dreaming. Its footsteps get closer and closer. Suddenly, a pair of scissors appear on the tunnel floor in front of me. I grab them and whirl around to face the beast. I scream at the sight of it. Then a sudden pressure is exerted on my ribcage. I can’t breathe! I sit up in bed still screaming in terror and gasping for air.
“Ahhhhhhhhh! Woande! What was that for?” I demand of my sister, who sits on top of me.
“Ha ha. Sorry its the only way I could wake you up. Remember today is our birthday! We have to be ready by 10:00, and it’s already 8:45. So I suggest you go get ready.” She says happily. Ugh, how can can she be so happy in the morning. I hate mornings.
“Oh crap. Yeah I might wanna go get ready. Be right back.” I say, dragging myself out of bed and to the bathing room. I get out, towel dry my hair, laugh at how frizzy it looks, and then straighten it. I squeeze into a corset and tights and then slip into a strapless gown of emerald taffeta. Then I smudge some makeup onto my face and breeze onto the balcony that serves as our personal lounge room.
Woande stands at the edge of the balcony, her hands on the railing, looking out at the beautiful view of Flabnoria. She turns to look at me and I notice that she’s wearing makeup. She doesn’t wear it often, but she looks pretty whether she is or not. The wind blows and her tilly green dress sweeps around her ankles.
It’s silky and strapless, and the heart-shaped top is bejeweled with diamonds. It hugs her form all the way to her knees and then cascades into lilac ruffles. The toes of her tilly green pumps peek out from under the ruffles, the diamonds sparkling as if to give a shy hello. They match Woande’s diamond tiara, which sits on her side table next to her chair, its lilac and tilly green jewels mixed in with regular diamonds. I pick up my tiara from it’s cushion on the side table next to my chair. It’s beautiful and golden with ivy vines intricately woven together and coming to a point in the center.
“Whoa. Flerbery. You look yamazing! You are gorgeous!” She gushes.
“You look incredible! I love the colors! They wouldn’t look good on me, though…” I reply. “And you’re wearing makeup!”
“Thank you. I lovavlo your dress and your makeup. Ugh, I feel odd wearing makeup. Ha, ha, well it’s for a special occasion.” says Woande.
“I heard a rumor from the ladies’ maid that there will be princes there. You know, since we’re coming of the age to marry.” I say in a gossipy tone.
“Ooooh, princes!” She make eyebrows at me. “Do you know if they’re cute?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never actually met one. I just read about them, but it would seem that the only information available was written biasedly by lovesick dimwits.” I say with a laugh. “Come on, let’s go to the dining hall and sit over breakfast with Father. I do hope he approves of our gowns.”