A Dandelion's Wish

A sea of pearls

Soft, mini clouds of unspoken wishes, the cotton like genies drifted aimlessly from side to side, tethered to the world only by a thread of green. The winds from above attempted many times to lift the wish-granters, the adolescent clouds back up into the floating ocean, back to the white wisps carelessly tossed into the blue that acted as it's ocean foam.

A pale, rather frail hand pinched the emerald tether, plucking the tiny cloud and whisking it into her other. Her hair rivaled the once vibrant gold the dandelions adorned and her eyes that of the grass the sea of pearls nested within, only fleeting specks of a chestnut brown sullied the pale emeralds.

The girl, once satisfied with the new addition to her collection, skipped merrily across the field, stopping only briefly to examine the tiny puffs of snow coloured flowers. She knew she would love them. It made Milla happy so it made her happy.

It was after the girl in the worn through leather shoes had collected 6 of the pearly shaped flowers that the ocean begin to distort. It's ripple-less surface began to taint and a dark inky hue slunk across the sky, casting shadows upon the field of whispered wishes. The creature crawled across the sky, mercilessly chasing any semblance of rebellion to its dark reign away.

It was time to go.

The girl fled back to the large but ruinous thatch cottage, sitting just over on the other side of a make-shift road from the field. The road spiraled away from the remote cottage with no end in sight.

After entering the cottage, the golden haired girl was assaulted by the aroma of homemade cooking. Almost drooling, she was lead by her nose into the kitchen where a golden haired adult stood leisurely by the stove. The spectacularly average man, if not for his sunny blonde hair, did not move away from the stove as she entered.

The green eyed child placed the flowers delicately on the windowsill as if they were the most precious things a human could touch. Once placed, she pulled out three chairs, one of which she hopped onto, and the others left empty.

The other two chairs have been waiting for a while now but there's nothing either of the room's residence could do about that.

"Emilia, bring this up to her." The blonde man had prepared a bowl of what looked like soup, but Emilia could never tell. So the green eyed child took the bowl with a giddy smile and trotted out of the kitchen.

The rosy cheeked girl only made it half way up the crooked wooden stairs before a hollow cough reached her ears.

The girl, now panting and out of breath, heaved at the door to no avail. If it hadn't been for another cough, Emilia would have kicked the door wide open. So she opted to shoving her while body weight against the defiant slab of wood. It worked eventually but it was a less than graceful entrance.

Composing herself she approached the bed. Brown mousy hair was sprawled across the snow coloured pillow, matching invariably the wrinkle-less sheet draped across a girl, only a few years elder to a certain doe-eyed Emilia.

Milla's eyes flickered open briefly, revealing large bronze eyes, her skin almost translucent from the years torn away from the sun's rays. A glint of recognition went off in the older sister's eyes and she was animated once more.

"Emilia! Did you bring them?" Emilia grinned cheekily, producing a bouquet of dandelions from nowhere. She had nabbed them as she left the kitchen unbeknownst to a certain blond grey-eyed male.

"You are a godsend sister. A real trooper." Milla scooped the flowers up in delight, her cheeks held more colour than they had in years and her eyes were flashing wildly.

Emilia sat precariously onto the snowy sheets, wearing a matching grin to her older sister's. Milla noticed this movement and frowned grumpily.

"Come on Emmy I'm not that fragile and anyways look what I have for you." Milla shuffled around, searching. To say the younger girl was curious would be an understatement.