And my entry for the male:
Danton stretched out on the Sofa and stared lazily at the dice. Why did everyone have to go? Stupid ball. Stupid girly dance. He wanted to play more. This stunk. He got up and walked to his room. Stupid dance, stealing away all his stupid friends. They were right about to get up to the mysterious dragon of Loth'glenalababia, or whatever. It just stunk was all. The game was just getting good.
He made his way into his room, nosing the door open. He looked at himself in the mirror. The little peace sign his youngest sister, Juliet had drawn on. She was going to be gifted, that one. But still, he wasn't ugly, his breath didn't stink... he checked, just to be sure, so why had his friends all leave him for the stupid dance?
Marguerite, his eldest sister poked her head in. "What are you still doing here runt?" She asked. She was dressed in her finest ball gown, hair shining and laced with thorny rose vines. He thought they suited her, the roses are how she tried to seem, the thorns were her true self. Stupid older sisters.
"I'm in my own room," he grumped. Stupid nosy older sister. She had a big nose and always stuck it into everyone else's business.
"Yeah, noticed that, Why aren't you at the ball?" she asked.
"Why would I go to a sissy ball?" he asked, glaring. Why wouldn't she just leave his room already?
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said. He never trusted one of his sisters when they apologized. "I just thought you wanted your stupid arm band back." she said with a shrug, glancing at his foreleg then she turned to leave.
"My... arm band?" he asked, looking down at his leg. He never understood why they were called arm bands, but it was less girly then bracelets, so he went with it. It was in place. Then did that mean... His eyes widened. "You didn't!"
She grinned. "I didn't," she assured him.
He didn't trust her, so ran to his treasure chest, a small box his father bought him for his third birthday and nosed it open. the box that held the matching arm band to his was missing. He spun to face his sister, furious. "Where is it? What did you do with it?"
"Me? Nothing," she said, in that innocent tone that meant she had done something, and that he wouldn't like it. "Embla, however..." she said, smiling a bit.
"Embla?" he repeated, lost.
"My friend," she said, her perfect face cracking as she showed her thorns. she stomped a foot on the carpet in irritation. the bells she wound along her tail jingled in protest. "Embla. She's the black and red pony who always comes over. She was here today."
"Oh," he said, disgusted. "another girl." why couldn't his sisters ever have good friends? They always brought home more girls. "Why would I notice another girl?"
"Well now you have to," she said in her smug older sister tone of voice. "Embla gave the bracelet,"
"It's an armband!" he interrupted.
"She gave the bracelet to a girl who was going to the ball. She just called me to say the girl has it." She finished.
"WHAT?" he shouted. "It's mine! I want it back!"
"Well it's too late. It's gone," she gloated. "If you want it back, get it from the girl she gave it to. She's at the ball. She'll be wearing your bracelet."
"ARMBAND!" he shouted.
"And Embla says her marking matches yours. Well, toodles."
Danton stared after his sister before screaming in rage. That was HIS armband. how dare she do that?! HOW DARE SHE! fury filled him and he stomped around his room in anger until his mother called up to tell him to stop.
He stalked into the bathroom and shoved his face into the wash basin. That cooled him down some. Fine, so he had to go to the stupid ball, fine. He'd find the stupid girl who had his brac... ARMBAND... and he'd take it back. Then he'd dump punch over his stupid sister and her stupid friends. He blinked. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, after all.
"Fine, then" he said to the mirror, back in his room. "If I have to go, I'm going as my character." Yeah, he would show all his friends that were there what they had given up by looking like his rouge. Then they'd help him sabotage his sister, and then all come back to finish the session right.
Satisfied he strapped a dagger to his foreleg and pulled a blanket on like a cloak, but he was too long, so he cut it. His character wore a black one, but he had white. Once it was cut he beamed, it looked like a folded wing. that was COOL! Then a hat and the neck wraps of valor and strength. HE pranced and preened for the mirror. Not half bad. He slipped out when his mother had her back turned, so she wouldn't see what he had done to his bedspread. He wished he could have used his sister's but hers were flowery and gross.
He stopped at the pond, shoving some slimy toads onto his back under the cloak. Punch on his sister, toads on the dance floor, maybe he could upset the tables. He'd get back his armband too. Maybe dances weren't so bad after all!
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