Missfits: Miss Understood

Chapter Three: Frostbitten

"Hey, I'm going to make this chapter a lot longer than the others mainly because I hate leaving people in the dark too long that they lose interest, but also because I can't wait to really get into the story's plot!!! <333 Kimmy-Bunni

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Chapter Three: Frostbitten

Recap: "Impossible" Criseneth balked.

I tried, I really tried to contain my laughter at his expression. "Criseneth, we ARE the impossible! Your narrowmindedness is amusing, you see, since I have been places and done things you couldn't dream of. And I'm only nine years old!" I laughed at him openly now, unable to control myself. "I have lived in this crazy wourld where people divide it up into little pieces and sell it! They sell each other dirt, and humans, as they call themselves, pay each other to work with numbers all day! Would you like to know what else? They don't have wings, or blossoms!" I was doubled over with giggles. "A-and they write stories that are rediculous! Who has ever heard of a 'fairy godmother'? They think that we are three inches tall and create the turn of the seasons!" By now Criseneth was very highly amused as well, and his laughter filled the hall.  

"Tis been long since mirth has filled this hall. Pray tell, Criseneth, what makes this joyful sound? Surely, it is not you!" A beautiful voice called as a form entered in a silvery dress. "Ah! You are the one they call my  mother, are you not?" I inquired with a curtsey. "Look up, child, and tell me your name." She ordered softly, and  I was positive I knew as I stared up into violet orbs set into a pale face that contrasted its dark features. "Mother, I am known as Jaeria. There is no doubt now, as sure as the Suns of Oberon shine and the Moons of Titania ward off darkness." She laughed, "Of course you would bring him up!" Her laughter was sad, if not bitter. "Mother, I know not what wrong I spoke. Forgive me." I curtsied.

"Child, what is this you're- Oh. Cousin, find something suitable for Jaeria in my apartments. We cannot have the girl walking around in your leisure shirt." Mother ordered and my cheeks burned as I pulled the shirt around me, seeing as I was swimming in the silver spidersilk. Had I been an ignorant faerie or a tad bit taller, for even now the length was very innapropriate for mother and uncle, I would have tried to pull it down over my knees because of the exposure I felt in that moment, but once you stretch spidersilk, it frays and falls apart. Mother seemed to notice my patient discomfort and laughed before pulling a down blanket around me, "There, darling. You're so precious like that, all uncomfortable and innocent, stay that way. Ah, there Crie is now! Come along, dear, we must hurry if we want to see Mabelennai today." She ushered me down a long hallway and into a lushious suite filled with a vibrant  burnt orange color, that of the autumn leaves. "This has always been your room darling. At least, I'm pretty sure the color was orange." She seemed thoughtful, and I took this as my cue to leave her. "I should like a bath first mother, is this alright with you?" I asked as I began to slide the shirt over my head, and she gasped. "Oh, my stars!" For indeed, she was the one who had created the chilly, yet beautiful stars in the realms. I painfully unfolded what used to be wings, but now resembled a kindergardener's attempt at paper snowflakes. No two alike, I smiled wryly at the thought.

I took my bath quickly, the water burned my body no matter how cool the temperature, and I dressed in the dress even faster, but took my time to admire it. Normally, this dress would be deemed innapropriate to meet the queen, but it suited me perfectly, and it was in court colors. The dress was silver, with intricate black detailing on the bossom, peeking from the skirt midthigh and a braided cord hung loosely about the waist. The back, instead of having those horrid wing slits, dipped low, revealing a pale, although scarred, back. I didn't worry much, faerie scars don't show unless you're purposely searching for them, or are the afflictor. I can even use magic to hide the wounds on my wings, but they will still be useless, just for show. This I did, before exiting my room, a quiet smile played on my lips as my hand brushed the wall. Orange has always been my favourite colour, so bright and warm, yet it held an enchanting power over all the others.