Felicity Mason
Princess of Winds
Seven. Felicity was seven today.
She woke up, same as every day. Ate breakfast. Helped Mommy feed her little sister, Celeste. Then it was back into her room to get dressed for the day.
That was about where her day stopped being so typical. On her bed was a pretty dress that her Mother had insisted she wear today. Blue shimmersilk, ribbons, bows, lace... It had everything. It was pretty enough, Felicity supposed. Not something she could get away with wearing more than once, of course. But today was a special day. It was her birthday, and that meant Felicity could dress like a princess and eat cake and chocolate until she was sick.
The party Mother had planned was supposed to be small... of course, Felicity knew better than to actually believe that for a second. Mother never did anything unless it was absolutely perfect and extravigant. She would not have Felicity wear such a pretty dress, if she didn't have something special up her sleeve.
Once Felicity was dressed, she pulled the little round curlers out of her shiny blond hair. Mother taught her how to do this part herself. One by one, she unrolled each spiraling curl until her head was full of bouncing blonde spirals. Mommy would be proud! The little girl looked this way and that in the mirror, picked up a blue ribbon and tied it carefully in her hair.
She smiled, so proud. She was seven now! And that meant that she was ready to be a Lady, just like mommy. She could dress herself now! Do her own hair! As she examined her reflection, so proud of herself, she felt something... strange. Her reflection was pretty, but she didn't feel like herself. There was the vague realization that perhaps she was trying so hard to make her mother happy, that she was forgetting who she really was?
...Then a voice rang out, announcing the arrival of the first guests. Felicity immediately forgot her breif moment of clarity as she was swept up in the excitement of her special day.
She turned on her heel, and half ran half stumbled down the long stair case to the ballroom. She stopped at once, taking in the scene. Mother had certainly outdone herself this time.
"Wow," she sighed, standing in the middle of the stair case.
Every where she looked, colorful streamers hung everywhere she looked, tables were laid out with bright cloths and pretty dishes. And then there was the dessert table. Her eyes found the rows of chocolate treats, cute cupcakes, assorted candies.
And of course, the cake. It was tall, covered in bright yellow and white frosting, little purple candy flowers dotted the frosting.
This was her cake. This was her party. This was her day. Mommy did say seven was an important year, after all!
She woke up, same as every day. Ate breakfast. Helped Mommy feed her little sister, Celeste. Then it was back into her room to get dressed for the day.
That was about where her day stopped being so typical. On her bed was a pretty dress that her Mother had insisted she wear today. Blue shimmersilk, ribbons, bows, lace... It had everything. It was pretty enough, Felicity supposed. Not something she could get away with wearing more than once, of course. But today was a special day. It was her birthday, and that meant Felicity could dress like a princess and eat cake and chocolate until she was sick.
The party Mother had planned was supposed to be small... of course, Felicity knew better than to actually believe that for a second. Mother never did anything unless it was absolutely perfect and extravigant. She would not have Felicity wear such a pretty dress, if she didn't have something special up her sleeve.
Once Felicity was dressed, she pulled the little round curlers out of her shiny blond hair. Mother taught her how to do this part herself. One by one, she unrolled each spiraling curl until her head was full of bouncing blonde spirals. Mommy would be proud! The little girl looked this way and that in the mirror, picked up a blue ribbon and tied it carefully in her hair.
She smiled, so proud. She was seven now! And that meant that she was ready to be a Lady, just like mommy. She could dress herself now! Do her own hair! As she examined her reflection, so proud of herself, she felt something... strange. Her reflection was pretty, but she didn't feel like herself. There was the vague realization that perhaps she was trying so hard to make her mother happy, that she was forgetting who she really was?
...Then a voice rang out, announcing the arrival of the first guests. Felicity immediately forgot her breif moment of clarity as she was swept up in the excitement of her special day.
She turned on her heel, and half ran half stumbled down the long stair case to the ballroom. She stopped at once, taking in the scene. Mother had certainly outdone herself this time.
"Wow," she sighed, standing in the middle of the stair case.
Every where she looked, colorful streamers hung everywhere she looked, tables were laid out with bright cloths and pretty dishes. And then there was the dessert table. Her eyes found the rows of chocolate treats, cute cupcakes, assorted candies.
And of course, the cake. It was tall, covered in bright yellow and white frosting, little purple candy flowers dotted the frosting.
This was her cake. This was her party. This was her day. Mommy did say seven was an important year, after all!