burst into the room without waiting on a response from her and called out “Come on now! You said I’M lazy!” as she observed her sister sitting at her small dressing table, combing out her long blonde pigtails.
Michiko grinned, despite herself and cocked her head at Jolena for a moment, taking in the slender human girl’s appearance with the same sense of awe that had overcome her on the very first day they had met five years before. Jolena’s eyes had always fascinated Michiko due to their rarity and irregular appearance. Gazing now into those mismatched blue and green eyes she chuckled softly and nodded to her before standing up and grabbing her cloak from the end of the bed. “You know, human. Some would say that those eyes of yours are a mark of something mysterious.” she began as she draped her cloak over her shoulders and smiled to herself. ‘Then again..they would only have to look at your clothing to see that you are just a silly ol’ roguish human girl with one blue and one green eye.” Stifling her grin, Michiko kept her back turned to Jolena; waiting for the ensuing barrage of splutters and “hmmph”s she knew would come forth from the girl at her comments.
True to form, Jolena
paused for a moment as her jaw dropped slightly and then a grin spread over her
face at the friendly prod. However, Michiko was not prepared for the next
action of her new found family member and as Jolena
crept up behind her petite form and slid her hand deftly into her hair to yank
loose a single silky blonde strand, Michiko’s yelp was the only sound heard in
the room before the sudden burst of laughter from Jolena.
“Hah!” she cried out triumphantly before crouching low to avoid the quick swing
of Michiko’s arms as she attempted to push Jolena
back before any more hair could be removed from her head. “I might be dressed roguishly..
Patting her head furiously and rubbing at the spot on her scalp that the hair had been plucked from, Michiko scowled at Jolena before gathering her bow and arrows from the chest at the end of her bed and stomping out of the room without another word. Bursts of laughter echoed in the room behind her while she padded away from it, leaving Jolena to her mirth in privacy. She’s getting better. Much more quickly then I expected. Michiko thought to herself as she found herself smiling quietly despite the sting upon her scalp from the dupe Jolena had pulled on her. Turning the corner at the end of the hallway, she bounded down the stairs and walked gracefully into the kitchen where a breakfast of pastries, berries and juice had been laid out by the house cook on a large rectangular modwir dining table. Pulling out a chair, she settled down into it and adjusted the folds of her forest green suede skirt over her legs before grabbing a few items from the trays filled with food and nibbling thoughtfully on them.
Placing her chin upon her upturned hand, Michiko gazed out of the open double doors that lead to the balcony of their home. The house was nestled safely, high into the branches of an ancient, statuesque oak tree. The tree had been there for thousands of years and it’s gnarled, majestic branches spread out over a one-hundred and twenty foot area, providing an umbrella of shade that spanned some two-hundred and eighty feet.