Post by Vivinette Rendair on Mar 11, 2009 17:49:37 GMT -5
I scowled as the three adopted Hayes sisters started cackling raucously at me. I had fallen from my broom yet again, and even the blasted wooden thing seemed to be laughing at me. I huffed and began plucking leaves and twigs from my wild red hair.
Kyrah Kamilia , the youngest and nicest of the three, ambled over to me and squatted beside me. Her large blue eyes stared at me through her curly brown bangs, concerned and just a little amused.
"Are you okay?" she asked softly, tilting her head so the mass of brown curls tumbling down her back shifted to the side. "You hit the ground pretty hard..."
"I'm fine," I grunted, only granting her half my concentration. The other half was focused on taming my hair. Gently she took my painful and calloused (from Firespit's rough handle) hands in her smooth, ladylike ones, and quickly pulled the rest of the debris out, pulling a brush from her coat's pocket and running it through my tangled mass of Irish hair.
"I am sorry," she whispered,"that we laughed." I shrugged.
"No biggie. I would have too! After all, you don't often see the trees getting a what-for from a falling lass, now do ya?" I grinned slightly.
Kyrah giggled at my thick accent, as she always does, but fell silent as Viola Penelope stomped over, still cackling to herself.
The purple-haired girl, her hair chopped in astonishing spikes, crowed,"Aw, Ky's just bein' a suck-up! I wouldn't listen to her a bit, Ash."
I glowered at Viola, the middle child at fifteen and the closest to me in age. Oh yeah. She's also my best friend. "That's not nice, Vi," I chided,"Leave your sister alone."
Viola snorted again. "She was laughin' just as hard as me 'n' Karlyn when you fell, mate." she muttered childishly.
Karlyn Cielo, eldest of the Hayes sisters, shook her head, her stick straight blond hair swinging gently. "I was not," she corrected with a sigh.
Viola pointed at her. "Liar! Liar!" Another cackle. I slowly stood, giggling softly.
"'Ey, now. No need to be snappin' at each other." I grinned again. "That can only cause problems, ye know!"
The three sisters giggled softly at me, since, of course, their own dialects (French, English, and Polish) had washed away after several years. Mine was too damn stubborn for me to get rid of.
Karlyn sighed softly. "Hey. We need to get to Assembly. Madame Rutherford will have our hides if we're late once more."
Squeaking slightly, we all scurried to the Auditorium. No one wanted an angry Madame Rutherford on their tail.
Kyrah Kamilia , the youngest and nicest of the three, ambled over to me and squatted beside me. Her large blue eyes stared at me through her curly brown bangs, concerned and just a little amused.
"Are you okay?" she asked softly, tilting her head so the mass of brown curls tumbling down her back shifted to the side. "You hit the ground pretty hard..."
"I'm fine," I grunted, only granting her half my concentration. The other half was focused on taming my hair. Gently she took my painful and calloused (from Firespit's rough handle) hands in her smooth, ladylike ones, and quickly pulled the rest of the debris out, pulling a brush from her coat's pocket and running it through my tangled mass of Irish hair.
"I am sorry," she whispered,"that we laughed." I shrugged.
"No biggie. I would have too! After all, you don't often see the trees getting a what-for from a falling lass, now do ya?" I grinned slightly.
Kyrah giggled at my thick accent, as she always does, but fell silent as Viola Penelope stomped over, still cackling to herself.
The purple-haired girl, her hair chopped in astonishing spikes, crowed,"Aw, Ky's just bein' a suck-up! I wouldn't listen to her a bit, Ash."
I glowered at Viola, the middle child at fifteen and the closest to me in age. Oh yeah. She's also my best friend. "That's not nice, Vi," I chided,"Leave your sister alone."
Viola snorted again. "She was laughin' just as hard as me 'n' Karlyn when you fell, mate." she muttered childishly.
Karlyn Cielo, eldest of the Hayes sisters, shook her head, her stick straight blond hair swinging gently. "I was not," she corrected with a sigh.
Viola pointed at her. "Liar! Liar!" Another cackle. I slowly stood, giggling softly.
"'Ey, now. No need to be snappin' at each other." I grinned again. "That can only cause problems, ye know!"
The three sisters giggled softly at me, since, of course, their own dialects (French, English, and Polish) had washed away after several years. Mine was too damn stubborn for me to get rid of.
Karlyn sighed softly. "Hey. We need to get to Assembly. Madame Rutherford will have our hides if we're late once more."
Squeaking slightly, we all scurried to the Auditorium. No one wanted an angry Madame Rutherford on their tail.