“What are you doing?” Her sister swished into the room, gown brushing the floor.
Without looking up, Keira sighed. “Brea, leave me be. I’m writing.”
“Writing!” Brea gasped.
“Well! There’s not need to say it like that!”
“But…” Brea fanned herself. “That’s what crazy people do! You’ll be locked up!”
Keira tapped her pen on the desk, “Uh-huh. I’ll get on that. Now, if you please…”
“Are you even listening to me? You’re always with your nose, unpowdered by the way, inches away from a paper with scribblings on it. Why, you’ll get ink on it! Think of that! This…this…writing…” Brea waved her hand at the desk, “it’s indecent. Absolutely improper for a princess.”
“I don’t care,” Keira sulked.
Brea stood straight, accentuating her incredibly impossible height of 4 feet, 2 inches. “I’m telling Father.”
“Oh, Brea! You mustn’t!” Keira turned to see her older sister wasn’t angry but scared. “Please.” She stood up, pushing a loose hair from her face.
Keira’s eyes widened. She pointed. “You’ve got ink on your cheek now! How will you explain that?! Oh, Keira, this isn’t proper. It’s dangerous.”
“Iridescent,” Keria said.
“Iridescent,” Keira repeated. “I’m trying to think of something iridescent to put in my fairy tale.”
“But…” Brea tapped her chin. “That’s easy. I mean, honestly, have you lost your ability to think, sister? Iridescence is everywhere. There are numerous…”
“Such as?” Keira bounced on the balls of her feet.
“Well,” Brea inched closer to the desk. “Whatever the story is about, you can always add a dragon. Their scales are iridescent. Of course there are fairy wings, moonstones, mermaids’ tails, unicorns, sea serpents, and…um…” she giggled, “troll snot. Oh! Then there’s the rare…”
“No,” Keira slumped. “I’m writing a fairy tale. I need something that doesn’t actually exist.” Her sister’s eyes filled. “But thank you. I mean, those were excellent suggestions, Brea. You’re wonderful, helping me braincloud this way. You remember the fairy tales Mother read to us as children? The fantastical creatures and items in those worlds? That’s what I’m trying to remember.”
“Oh,” Brea dabbed her eyes with a lace-edged handkerchief. “Well, I seem to remember something…”
“Yes? What is it? What did it do?”
Brea shook her head, “I can’t quite place it.”
“I know,” Keira returned to her desk and plopped down. “It was like a sphere but not quite. A flying…thing. I don’t recall its purpose.”
“Yes! That’s what I’m thinking of. A sort of blobby, floating, purposeless creature. It…popped. On its own. Maybe that was its magic?”
“Popped. Yes… There was air inside, if I’m not mistaken. And it flew. Or, as you say, floated. Oh, blast it all!” Keira put her head in her hands.
Brea absentmindedly twisted her moonstone ring. She straightened her pink gown, tucked her hair into its ribbon, and turned to leave. “Well then. I’ll just tell Father you’re working on something for his grandchildren, shall I?” She smiled over her shoulder, “It’s called a ‘bubble’.”
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Week 4 Prompt: Iridescent
Genre: Fairy Tale