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 Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 8:29 pm
 Lily sighs and lies on her belly in her bed. Well, her pallet on the floor. Father had offered to build a bed with a frame and everything for her, but Lily had felt just as comfortable sleeping on the dirt floor of their home as anywhere else. Let Tamara have the bedframe. Lily was fine just having her own space.
Lately, however, she'd been feeling more and more....unsettled. Father had told her that feeling uncomfortable and awkward was normal as one begins to become an adult, but Lily wasn't sure that was it. She didn't feel awkward, she felt.....foreign. Like her skin didn't belong to her. Lately she'd been frowning at her reflection in the looking-glass Father had salvaged from the pirate ship every time she passed by it in the main room of their home. She and her sister were both beautiful, she knew that for sure, but how did Tamara seem so much more...at ease?
Groaning, Lily turns over on her back. She hmphs gently and looks at the painting she'd done on the ceiling. It was simple, just some swirly patterns she'd done by using mud at just the right consistency. It'd stuck and not faded or dripped, or even flaked off like she expected it to. Mostly that was, she felt, because it hadn't really rained. But with this hurricane coming...Lily isn't sure it'd survive the rain.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 8:45 pm
Who am I? Wonders Lily as she stares at the swirling painting. Sighing, she decides to start at the beginning. "I'm Lily," she says quietly. Her family wouldn't take note of her talking to herself; she'd always been known to converse with the solitude, ever since she was little. "My parents are Theron and Leilani, who love and take care of me." She smiles gently and begins to tell the story she'd heard so many times from her parents growing up. "Father rescued Mama from pirates a long time ago. He asked her to marry him but she said no for a long time. Father kept close, though, and became Mama's dearest friend. Eventually she let her defenses down and realized she loved him, and they've been together ever since." Tamara loved the story because it was so romantic, but Lily loved it because of her father's devotion.
Lily had always been somewhat of a Daddy's Girl. She found her father's presence soothing, even as a toddler, and enjoyed playing with his antlers and running her fingers through his fur. She fingers her own ears, which had the same slightly-furry feel as Father's whole body did. Suddenly, she sits up. She grabs the charcoal sketch she'd done of their whole family and stares at it.
"Tamara and I both look like Mama," she wonders aloud. Her eyes wander to her father, standing tall and strong, but also patient and wise. "But I.....but I resemble Father more on the inside," she realizes.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 8:54 pm
Lily gets up and goes to her window, peeking past the covering she'd tacked over it to protect it from the incoming storm. She could just make out the Great Tree that Father had told her about there in the distance. If she hurried, she might make it there before the storm hit. She could weather the storm there and learn more about this side of her lineage.
She gathers a few things inside a knapsack and slips out the front door without anyone noticing.
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