ThePumpkinQueen
Darkness came crashing down on my head. No, literally: it crashed. On my head.
I shook myself off, cotton and nylon and - leather? ew, I didn't need to know that - flying into a heap at my feet.
"Oh, sorry, hon!" Mom called down.
I grumbled, kicking at the pile and yanking a sock that used to be white off my shoulder. "Maybe there's a reason they stopped building houses with laundry chutes."
The sickly sweet scent (five times fast?) of incense filled the store's one little room and knocked me right into a coughing fit the second I stepped inside. Eyes watering and throat working overtime to suppress that instinctive gag reflex, I bent double and set about hacking up my lungs. Dammit, all of these shops were the same! Was it too much to ask to buy a new dragon without the cheap gimmicks meant to make the norms attracted to enchantments and bottles and charms they had no hope of ever actually making use of?
What a sunny day. Sunshine. Sun and rain. Rain rain go away come again another day. Except I want the rain. Sun is boring. It hurts, makes my skin prickle and sting. Rain holds potential. Thunder and lightning. I wish I still had a fireplace. I'd curl in front of it and read. Even if I had to add a fan blowing a breeze on me to keep from dying of heat, it being summertime and all. The comfort is what it's all about.
She braided my hair strand by stand, until my head was something resembling Medusa. Colorful ties stuck out every which way. I giggled and shook myself in front of the mirror to watch the bumpy ponytails bounce. It looked so silly! But I knew come morning when she gently unlaced the bands and ties and cloth my hair would tumble softly over my shoulders in curls instead of my usual bushy waves, perfect and pretty for Easter morning.