The Way of the Wind

Chapter One: Goldenrod, Vinca, Buckthorn, Willow, Birch and Chesnut

   Hello lovelies, this story is something I came up with on a whim and I wanted to share it with someone at least, so here I am. You might be wondering why this chapter is called what it is, the scientific names of those plants, along with the plant family name Asteraceae are what make up the names of Pykan's parents. (Plus a little help from my imagination, don't sell me short.😉) This story will be broken into MANY chapters and I will try my best to publish as fast as I can, but please remember that I am human and I have lots to do, so if you end up liking the story please be patient with me on publishing dates. I hope that you enjoy!
- Perriwinkle22

"I'm going to beat you there backwards mommy! You're so slow!"

"Now, slow down Pykan, it's not safe to be running away from me like that, you might get D&D! And there's now way you could beat me, my little fledgling, one swift pump of my wings would have me yards ahead of you!"

   "Mommy? What's D&D?"

   My mother's beautiful sea foam green eyes stare directly into my golden ones, she crouches down to be on her 7 year old daughter's level and her huge brown and white wings are more than just trailing on the dirty mall floor. Her face shifts from her usual blinding white and perfectly straight smile to a straight face, with enough seriousness almost pouring out of her demeanor to scare away even the bravest of harpies.

    "It means Drugged and dragged, sweetheart. A creep will put a little something in your drink, you'll fall asleep, and they will take you back to a most likely unfamiliar place and probably rape you."

   As quickly as my mother's smile vanished it reappeared, wider and whiter than ever. She takes my little hand in her larger, warm ones. Her hands, despite all the work she does as a Querencian scout are smooth and a creamy off white, like the rest of her skin. Her strikingly green eyes and strawberry colored hair stand out against the perfectly smooth, pale skin. Her lips are bright red without enhancements, and her nose isn't rather large and is a bit pointed at the end, but not to make her look like a witch or pig, it's beautiful and it fits with all her other perfect features.  She has large bony hands with skin that seems to be made of the smoothest silk dipped in the richest cream, if that's any way to describe how smooth they really are. She's got an hourglass figure with lovely curves, and muscular but elegant limbs. Her wings are extremely long, and trail behind her when she walks, despite the fact that she is about 6 feet 3 inches tall. Her wings are a burnt sienna toward the top, and about the middle they abruptly change to a pearly white, with a few brown splotches that manage to bleed into the stunning white feathers. Everything about my mother is graceful, the way she walks with a skip in her long strides, the way she can easily flex her huge wings and fly, maneuvering around anything that happens to get in her way, heck, even the way she speaks is amazing. The way the words seem to drip out of her bright red lips, carried by her sweet voice, it's fitting, the words drip out of her mouth like honey, and are carried by a voice just as sweet.

  I find myself very lucky to have been born to a person as beautiful as my mother, Rosenmalie Solidastera, arguably the most beautiful person to ever grace our entire island. Which lies a few miles from the coast of our noble country, Querencia.

While I did inherit my mother's strawberry hair and pale skin, I inherited other things from my father, including his golden eyes, silver and gold wing plumage, and perfectly sculpted cheekbones.

As my mother is seen as the most beautiful on our island, my father, Rhamlix Betulanea, is certainly the most handsome, with his striking charcoal gray and black hair against his slightly tanned skin. Unlike my mother, he has rougher skin, due to his profession if installing the most ornate tile work to ever grace the country. His work is well renowned and is featured in places of high standards all over Querencia, he was even employed to tile the entire castle in the capitol. His golden eyes with hazel and green flecks don't stand out too much but are captivating all the same. He has a rather small nose that's shaped sort of like a button. He too is tall, standing at an incredible height of 6 feet 7 inches, with a large and very muscular frame. His beard and mustache are perfectly trimmed and stay in the regions of the tip of his chin and directly under his button nose, and his cheekbones reach an all time high, and are described as "sculpted by the gods" by a few admirers in town. His wings don't trail behind him when he walks but they do brush the ground. The tops all the way to the middle are a bright silver, unlike anything crafted by a silversmith, and the color is only matched by my own pair of wings almost identical to my father's. At the middle the silver tappers into a dazzling gold, that's is just as bright as the sun, if not more so.

My parents are the two most beautiful and caring people on the island. They are so loyal to their country, and using their free time doing charitable things like visiting the children's hospital, or the nursing homes, and donating money to medical research foundations, or animal shelters, or spending time with me.

As their only child they see me as "their precious gem" and treat me extremely well, I'll admit, I'm a spoiled little girl, but I don't take anything for granted, I donate toys to the children whenever I can and talk with them when they feel down. I'm well known on the island and the mainland for my intelligence and selfless acts. I was born to the two most famous non-royals in the country and I grew up in a spotlight. I'm a very interesting mix of my parents, I've got my father's wings, golden eyes, and high cheekbones, my mother's curves, strawberry hair, and pale skin, and then a few things that are simply Pykan, things I got from neither of my two loving parents. The most interesting this I got from them is my personality; I have my mother's fighting spirit, but my father's gentle demeanor, and hard work ethic.

I love my mom and dad more than anything; and I love being "their precious gem". It's always been just the three of us, Rosenmalie Solidastera, Rhamlix Betulanea, and Pykan Demekul. The three of us make up the Shellenty family, I wouldn't have it any other way.