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hello! my scratch alias is lia, and i am an asian-canadian girl who is participating in the july 2022 session of SWC.
Here is where I will deposit all of my writing for SWC.

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Word Reserves
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prompts • b.a.i

Stories
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Aderyn • Be Home By 5:55

Dailies
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7/1 • 7/2 • 7/3 • 7/4 • 7/5 • 7/6 • 7/7 • 7/8 • 7/9 7/9 • 7/10 • 7/11 • 7/12 • 7/13 • 7/14 • 7/15 • 7/16 • 7/17 • 7/18 • 7/19 • 7/20 • 7/21 • 7/22 • 7/23 • 7/24 • 7/25 • 7/26 • 7/27 • 7/28 • 7/29 • 7/30 • 7/31

Weeklies
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Fan-Fiction Weekly • Newspaper Weekly • Fantasy Weekly • SusWC Weekly

In-Cabin Dailies
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Clue 4

Word Wars
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KitMVH • Piper_Camps • 23BraveHeart • Sandy-Dunes • dearbangtvn_

Random
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carrd

Stats but not really

Dawn's Tent
Word Count | 39,051/38,000

Lewis Capaldi - Before You Go

Was never the right time, whenever you called
Went little, by little, by little until there was nothing at all
Our every moment, I start to replay
But all I can think about is seeing that look on your face

It wasn't the right time, every time you called
I walked, faster and faster, until there was nothing left
Our every minute I begin to repeat
But I can only imagine seeing that look on your face

first chunk - non-fi war
1105 words
Character Sheet

Name: Princess Amira
Full name: Amira Kendra Clarice (two middle names)
Age: 18 years
Physical appearance: She has long, curly (medium dark) brown hair and tanned olive skin. She has large eyes and she has mixed features due to her heritage, which on Earth would be the equivalent of Arabic, African, German, and Italian heritage. She has thick eyebrows and long eyelashes. Her height is five foot ten and a quarter inch (she gets very defensive about the quarter when it is neglected when talking about her height) She has a naturally slim, athletic frame.
Special/Unique attributes: she has heterochromia so her left eye is a hazelish green and her right eye is grayish blue. She has telekinesis powers.
Personality: Headstrong, stubborn, likes to get her own way but is fairly reasonable. She is independent but secretly cares a lot about what other people think about her. She is an ambivert who is extroverted with the people she is close to but introverted at first impressions. She is very empathetic and understanding. She loves helping people, despite her slight social anxiety. She loves animals, especially birds, dogs, cats, and horses.
Family:
Father- name not mentioned, hence referred to as HRH (his royal highness), HM (his majesty), or Father.
Mother - name not mentioned, hence referred to as HRH (her royal highness), HM (her majesty), or Mother.
Sister- Luna (younger sister), straight blonde hair and gray eyes, 14 years old.
Brother- Fletcher (older brother), curly black hair and green eyes, 21 years old.


Aspen's silky, chestnut red mane covered my face. My head was buried in the thick mane and I took a deep breath. I could smell the grass, the cool air, and the rich smell of horse. I could feel Aspen's warm neck, her mane as it brushed past my cheeks, and the large Ilvienia sun beating down on me and warming my back. I could hear the wind as it whistled softly, Aspen's quiet breathing, and-

“Princess, if you don't get your head out of the clouds, Aspen will run away and you'll go splat on the ground because you are not prepared.”

And Camden.

Or rather, Camden and Gavin. But Gavin doesn't make much noise so I didn't mind him. It did get a little creepy, though, how silent he was. I tend to forget him a lot and when he does speak it startles me. Anyway, Camden and Gavin were my royal guards and they followed me pretty much everywhere. As I said before, Gavin was the silent one. Camden was pretty much just like another big brother, always telling me what not to do and giving me harmless threats.

I rolled my eyes, making sure Camden couldn't see. I jerked my head out of Aspen's mane and the cool breeze struck my tanned face and made my dark brown hair billow back in curly waves. Again I was struck by the sheer beauty of the view expanding before me. The bright, cloudless azure sky spread above, behind, ahead, east, and west. The sun glowed benevolently on acres of waving green grass. The land ahead beckoned, boasting its flat stretches of short grass and dreamily faint blue hills in the distance.

“Princess Amira!” Camden's voice was sharper now and had taken on the tone that meant he would not tolerate any sort of protest on my part. I sighed. I had almost, almost been able to block him out of the beautiful picture I had been painting in my mind. I grumbled inwardly as I turned Aspen homeward. I nudged her forward and it almost felt like I was rocking in a boat in the calm Etheurius River; Aspen's legs were so long that she had the most beautiful, fluid strides.

As I passed him, I glanced at Camden on his large black horse and met his steely blue eyes with a glint in my eyes.

“Race you back,” I said, and Aspen took off with no further urging than a squeeze from my legs.

I heard Camden shouting after me, but Aspen was going so fast that the wind rushing past my ears blew his words into nothing more than a faint sound in the vast, open land. My skirts streamed behind me, bright blue fabric, as Aspen whizzed through a field of beautiful lilac colored flowers with large petals.
Mother might appreciate them, I decided, so I picked a neat little bundle with a mere thought.

Camden and Gavin were now totally out of sight, so I drew Aspen up into an easy canter as we approached home. Aspen was barely even winded from the long run and her glistening chestnut coat was as silky and perfect as ever. I tilted forward slightly as Aspen cantered up a hill. A large cottage loomed into view. It was my family's summer vacation home, nestled in the mountains. Beyond the house was the stable, and rolling acres dotted with horses were fenced in by white stone walls. The air up here was fresh and cool and below stretched a glorious mountain view. In the distance I could see the glistening royal city of Isl'noris.

The large walls surrounding and protecting the royal city of Isl'noris were towering and intimidating, but I knew that inside those walls were the sweetest, kindest people and the friendliest looking buildings. Of course, everything couldn't be perfect. If Isl'noris had been perfectly safe then I wouldn't have to have two body guards watching my every move. There were still some sketchy people lurking about. But other than that, Isl'noris was a fine and prosperous city with kind rulers who happened to be my parents.

Aspen's hooves clattered on the cobblestones as she trotted under the arch into the stable's courtyard. Most of the horses were grazing outside, but Taz, an old bay gelding, nickered from his stall. Immediately a swarm of grooms materialized as if from thin air.
“I CAN DISMOUNT ON MY OWN,” I said loudly as ten pairs of hands reached up to help me down. I slipped down quick as a wink and took Aspen to her stall to untack, despite the many protests and offers.

“Yuh'd'a think that by naoh they ‘ud catch on t’ the ‘int that d’ya prefer t' take care of yor owns horse by yorself, eh?” The familiar, deep drawl made me glance up as I slid the saddle off of Aspen's back.
I smiled as I saw the familiar blue eyes.
“Yuggink.”
The burly blonde man was leaning against the stall door and munching on a cookie. He looked tough but he was really a marshmallow inside.

Part 1: Character Consistency
764 words total

Character Sheet
138 words

I chose Astrid Hofferson from How to Train Your Dragon because I literally cannot think of any other characters.

Series continuing or ended: ended I believe

Strengths: independent, leader traits, competitive, smart, strategic, combat skills, axes, and she has a dragon with a spiky tail.
Weaknesses: she's human, doesn't think out of the box that much, will always go back to save her friends (weakness because that makes her predictable), and she's got a dragon with a spiky tail who can get caught by dragon hunters.

Relationships:
Romantic interest - Hiccup
Friends - Heather, Tuffnut, Ruffnut, Fishlegs, Snotlout, Dagur, Mala, Atali, etc.
Family - not disclosed

Tendencies:
- Tends to be closed off and doesn't talk about her feelings that much
- Tends to get frustrated a lot when things don't happen like she wants them to
- insists she's fine when she isn't

Scenario: your character is stuck in a burning building with their friends and not everyone can escape
Time period: around the time frame of Dragons: Race to the Edge
626 words

The dragon riders were spending quality time with their dragons in the Edge's stable. That is, all except Fishlegs. He and Meatlug were in his rock garden.

Astrid was feeding Stormfly chicken, the Nadder's favorite type of meat, when suddenly the stables jolted. Astrid lost her footing and blacked out.

When she came to, she was lying on the ground, which was abnormally warm. Her eyes were burning and smoke clogged her nostrils and mouth. Hiccup was shaking her awake and Toothless was worriedly looking over his shoulder.

“What happened?” Astrid asked groggily, rubbing her head and not quite fully in control of her senses. Suddenly her half open eyes snapped awake. The stable was on fire!
Huge flames licked the wooden posts and swallowed them up with a roar. Smouldering black beams barred the entrance. They were trapped.

“Krogan and his Flyers,” Hiccup told her, his sooty face grim. He helped her up. “Fishlegs must have seen them attack. He'll go for help.”

Astrid could hear the Singetails shrieking from above the burning stable. Another fireball shook the stable.

“Where's Stormfly?” she asked, realizing her dragon was nowhere in sight.

“She, Hookfang, and Barf and Belch escaped as soon as the first blast hit,” Hiccup answered. “They've probably been caught by Krogan.” He turned to look at his faithful black Night Fury. “Toothless is our only way out of here.”

Ruff, Tuff, and Snotlout stumbled through the thick smoke, coughing.

“Okay, guys, we need to get on Toothless and get out of here before we burn up,” Hiccup said, assuming the leader position.

“Uh, can he carry all of us?” Tuffnut asked, looking dubiously at the average sized dragon.

“He's carried us before,” Hiccup pointed out.

“But he didn't carry five people that time,” Astrid interjected. “Not to mention he was walking on the ground, not flying out of a burning stable with a herd of Flyers waiting to blast him out of the sky. You've got to think clearly, Hiccup. Toothless can't carry all of us. We can't leave here until the Flyers are gone, or else we'll just get captured by them. And Toothless might get injured. Do you want that?”

“No,” Hiccup admitted. “But I don't want him or us to burn up, which will happen if we don't move soon. I'm just trying to think of the best way to get us out of here, okay?”

“I know you are,” Astrid said, her eyes tearing up from the smoke. “But you have no chance of getting out of here if we all have to escape.” She stepped back.

“What? Astrid, we're- I'm not leaving you behind,” Hiccup said, grabbing her arm.

“It's the only way,” Astrid said.

“Okay fine!” Hiccup exclaimed. “If you're staying then I'm staying. Ruff, Tuff, and Snotlout, you guys take Toothless and fly out of here.”

“We can't leave without you guys,” Ruff protested. “If you stay, we all stay.”

“Listen!” Astrid shouted. “I think some of the Flyers have gone away. We might be able to get past the remaining ones.”

“So you're coming now?” Hiccup asked.

“Get on,” Astrid told him. They all piled on top of Toothless. Astrid discreetly made sure she got the back position.

“Toothless, plasma blast,” Hiccup said, pointing to the roof. Toothless hit it so that the roof would fall in front of them rather than on top. The flames were getting hotter and higher and the smoke rushed up to the hole. The sudden burst of oxygen ignited the fire and Toothless jumped towards the hole to avoid the flames. He jumped a little heavily because, as Astrid knew, his cargo was too heavy for him. And that's why she jumped off his back and into the roaring flames.

Part 2: Character Voice
1025 total words

101 words
Elsa has a cold exterior to strangers and inside she is afraid she might say the wrong thing. She feels like an outsider, so she doesn't enjoy interacting with people that much. She doesn't talk quite as much as her younger sister but she has a serious, serene tone most of the time, especially when in regard to her royal duties. As the older sister, she was serious and reserved even when she and Anna were young. She did have a playful side though. She is the older sister who matured from her years of isolation into a quiet, serious person.

105 words
Anna is the polar opposite of her introverted older sister Elsa. She is extroverted and bubbly, despite the fact that she was locked out from the rest of society with no other girls her age to play with. She is very excitable, especially when it comes to social interaction, and tends to stress over those occasions because she isn't really sure how to act in those situations. She is mostly fun and cheerful and optimistic, but she does have a serious side. She is not all that different from her younger self and the product of her maturity is less drastic than that of Elsa's.

Scene from Elsa's Perspective
324 words

Mama and Papa had informed Anna and I that they were hosting a party and Anna was very excited. I wasn't exactly thrilled, but Anna's enthusiasm rubbed off on me. Also, we got to stay up late. Papa warned me about fifty times before the guests arrived to not use my powers in public. I agreed, but I wasn't exactly sure why he didn't want the guests to know I had ice powers. After all, I used them when I played with Anna all the time. We were five and eight at the time and the incident with my powers hadn't happened yet.
The night of the party, Mama dressed us up in pretty gowns- Anna had a floral green one and I had an icy blue one. While we were waiting upstairs in our room, we had a practice tea party. Anna accidently spilled some of her ‘tea’ on the dress and there was a water stain on the front. I told her it would dry off.
When Anna and I entered the ballroom with our parents, the golden lights from the chandeliers were blinding. Below the balcony on which we were standing stood a crowd of ladies in brightly colored ball gowns and men in fancy black suits.
Papa welcomed everyone and then said some other things that I can't remember. Then we went down the stairs and everybody started dancing.
It was absolutely chaotic from what I could see, which wasn't a lot given how small I was at the time. It was awful. There were so many swirling skirts and clicky black shoes that I was afraid Anna, who looked like she was having the time of her life, might be trampled by high heels and dress shoes. I don't remember much after that. Oh yes, and after a few minutes of dodging around skirts, Anna and I found the refreshments table and stayed there for most of the night.


Scene from Anna's Perspective
495 words

Elsa and I had been playing with our dolls, Guinevere and Anastasia, when Mama and Papa called us. I thought we had done something really, really bad and we were in so much trouble, but it turned out that our parents were just hosting a ball.
I was so excited because I hadn't had much social interaction- even before the whole Elsa incident. Elsa and I had private tutors and we could only go out to play in the castle yard. We were each other's only friends.
Anyway, I was just really excited about seeing other people, even if they were just boring old adults dancing around in balloons and suits. Elsa didn't seem quite as excited as I was. But I wasn't surprised because she was usually like that. She wasn't as socially needy as I was. She could just read a book for hours by herself. Boorrring. I was glad she found time in her empty schedule to play with me sometimes.
Anyway, Mama put us in some really really pretty gowns- I got a poofy sleeved green one with a skirt that looked like an upside down cupcake wrapper when I twirled. Elsa got a blue one that looked more grown-up than mine but I still think my dress was prettier. Don't tell her that, by the way.
I suggested having a tea party in order to hype us up for the real thing, so I got out my doll's tea set and we crooked our pinkies and daintily sipped imaginary tea. Then I remarked that my tea was too hot, so Elsa plopped an ice cube in my cup. It bounced right out and made a water stain on the front of my dress. I was horrified for a second because my dress was ruined, but Elsa told me it would dry off, so I didn't worry any more. Then we just rolled around on the ground laughing about how funnily the ice cube had slipped out of my cup.
Then Papa called us and we put away the tea set. We walked with our parents to the ballroom, on to the balcony looking over the ball room. The room was glistening with golden twinkles and everything was bright and so pretty. Papa said some boring, formal things and then everyone started dancing when the musicians began playing. There were so many colorful, poofy dresses that I felt a wild desire to just jump on one and see if it would launch me through the roof, but I gathered up my self-restraint and didn't. Elsa and I hopped around like bunnies and it was so much fun. We ran around all the big skirts as a game. And then I saw the refreshments table absolutely loaded with cakes and drinks and all sorts of chocolate deserts and how could I resist that?
Elsa and I stuffed ourselves silly with a ridiculous amount of goodies. I don't think I slept that night.

Part 3: Fanfic Tropes
755 words

I used the tropes Original Character, Modern AU, and Diary Fiction
(I included a character of my own making, Elsa and Anna are in a different universe, this fanfic is written in spoken digital diary format)
Words in between the *s means it's a sound being picked up on the recorder.

“*click* Dear Diary, enter date July 6th, nine thirteen PM.

Ehm.
Hi, it is Annaliese- again. I mean who else would it be? *snort laugh* So Mom and I moved into our new house last week. I haven't really logged in an entry for a while and the move is the reason why. Mom and I are mostly settled in and all our stuff came in the moving vans pretty quickly.
Arendelle Street is really nice from what I can see so far. It's really aesthetic to look at- it's like some person decided to make a color palette for it and since then, all other buildings have been painted to match the rest of the neighborhood. The houses are all white and different shades of pastel blue. A lot of houses have flower beds and window boxes with purple and pink flowers too. Each house has one tree in their front yard. They're a special type of tree with blue-y green leaves and look really pretty.
The neighborhood is really nice too. Our next door neighbors are especially nice. They're the Oldenburgs; Elsa and Anna Oldenburg. They are two sisters, around my age, and they live by themselves. Elsa's the older one- she's a lot quieter and when she does speak, she is very serious. She's got thick, platinum blonde hair that always seems to be in a side braid whenever I see her. It's such an interesting way how her hair swoops on the top of her head- and there's this little floop of hair that just deliciously floops over her forehead. I should ask her how she gets her hair to lie like that and how her hair is that light of a color. Maybe she dyes it. Anyway, she has really pale skin and a faint sprinkling of freckles over her cheeks and tiny button nose. She has big blue eyes and is tall and slim. Anna is a lot more tanned than Elsa and has way more freckles but the same button nose. She has huge turquoise blue eyes and bright ginger hair that just brushes over top her eyes. She has the same thin frame as Elsa but she is a little bit shorter. She's really funny and bubbly.
I don't even know why I just described them in like full detail *laughs* but yeah. They're really nice and friendly. Okay, I'm going to go take a shower and get ready for bed. Good night! *click*”

“*click* Dear Diary, enter date July 13, nine thirty PM.
Heyyyyyy-
It's Annaliese again. It's been a week. I hung out with the Oldenburgs a lot in the past seven days. They're super fun to hang out with. Also, I subtly brought up the subject of Elsa's hair and she told me her hair is naturally that color. She braided my hair so it looks like hers but mine doesn't floop the exact same way. It still looked pretty, despite my hair being the poopy brown color it is.
My nickname is now Lee-zah spelled L-i-e-s-a so as not to confuse me with Anna. Even if my nickname was Anna it's pronounced differently from Anna's since hers has the ‘on’ sound and mine has the ‘an’ sound. But it is less confusing this way, I guess.
My bedtimes have been getting later and later because I'm almost always over at the Oldenburgs' house. Mom doesn't mind because she's working all day anyway and because she knows how lonely I've been since Dad died and she had to get a full time job in order to support us. I'm going to go brush my teeth now. Bye! *click*”

“*click* Dear Diary, enter date July twentieth, nine forty PM.
I've got some really sad news for you today, diary. Mr. and Mrs. Oldenburg died in a car crash yesterday. Elsa and Anna are staying over at our place until things get sorted out. I feel really sad just hearing them cry. Seeing people cry makes me want to cry too. I feel like we've grown so close over the past month, so I am hurting too- but I'm not actually family so I feel like I shouldn't be around when they talk about it. Elsa and Anna are only seventeen and fourteen, so I don't know what's going to happen to them. Being fifteen and a half, I've felt like the middle sister and I know Mom loves having them around. Maybe she can adopt them. Well, I've got to go now. Good night. *click*”

Part 4: SWC Fan-Fiction
606 words

Who knows how many years ago…

“This is my mango!” shrieked Fairy Tales, swiping away the mango that Real Fi had been lifting to her mouth. “I picked it first,” she said, carefully looking over the yellowy orange skin to make sure it was still intact. Suddenly the mango was whisked away by a mysterious force. Fairy Tales, the oldest sibling of four, looked up in shock. Her face was contorted with pure rage as she made eye contact with the mango thief. Real Fi's dark green eyes flashed dangerously. Before an inevitable fight broke out, the two younger siblings, Adventure and Horror, stepped onto the scene.

“What's going on?” asked Adventure, her blue eyes worried.

"Re stole my mango. After I climbed all the way up there-“ Fairy Tales jabbed the air with her index finger and pointed to the highest branch of the mango tree-”to get it. And she just took it right out from under my nose because she knows the best mangoes are at the top. Her arms are too short to-“

”Hey!“ Real Fi interjected angrily. ”My arms are not short.“

Fairy Tales just sniffed and rolled her dark ruby eyes.

”Just chill, Fai, Re,“ Horror, the youngest sibling, turned to each of her older sisters in turn. ”It's just a mango.“

The three older sisters stared in absolute shock. Such treasonous words spoken about mango kind had never before been heard. Horror was blissfully ignorant as she blundered on, saying, ”Fai, you can just pick another mango, right? Or, you guys can split it in half and share it. Sharing is caring. Or, Addie can help Re get her own mango since her arms are long- like an octopus.“ Horror gratefully ended this little speech and smiled up at her sisters.

There was silence for a full minute.

”I can't take this anymore,“ blurted Fairy Tales, breaking the silence. ”Give me back my mango, Re!“ Fairy Tales lunged (gracefully) at her offending sibling and a huge fight broke loose. The younger sisters stood dumbfounded for a second as they watched their sisters fight.

”Come on, Horror, we've got to break them up,“ Adventure told her younger sibling. The two, with great effort, managed to tear apart their fuming sisters.

”Enough!“ shouted Fairy Tales. ”We clearly cannot live under the same roof if we can't resolve this. And I certainly can't live with a mango stealer eating at the same table as me.“ She glared witheringly at Real Fi.

”Fai, come on. How do you know that was your mango? This could all just be a huge misunderstanding,“ Adventure said.

”I know it is my mango because I know,“ Fairy Tales said ominously. Adventure gritted her teeth as she had failed to dissolve the argument. She turned to Horror.

”This is all your fault,“ she muttered.

”What do you mean- 'all my fault?'“ Horror drew back.

”Your goody two shoes pep talk just made them angrier. And you've disgraced our mango honor.“

”Addie, Horror- Re and I have decided that you girls will have to choose between us,“ Fairy Tales said.

”Okay,“ Horror said. She walked over to her big sister's side. ”I don't like Addie anymore anyways. She said I disgraced our mango honor or something like that.“

”You did!“ Adventure exploded. ”And you said my arms are as long as an octopus'. And they're not, sadly. Because if they were, I'd be able to reach out and slap that smug little grin off your face." She spun on her heel and walked to Real Fi's side.

Thus began the rivalry between siblings, and the birth of Schism City.

Old Version

Chaos was everywhere. That meant war. Mandalan was panicking. The Energitians were attacking!
Duchess Windstorm scurried along on the sidewalk with her only child following her. Airships and hover cars zoomed past her on the airway, carrying supplies for the Mandalinian army and the rest of Nebular. The Energitians were attacking fiercely, dropping nuclear bombs on Mandalan’s force shields, which covered the entire city. Energitians were attacking everywhere on Nebular, so nowhere on Nebular was safe. Duchess Windstorm stopped abruptly at a corner and waited as a hover car wooshed past.
“Come along, now, Starblade,” she urged, tugging the cloak sleeve of her daughter gently. Nine year old Starblade had silky raven black hair and vibrant green eyes and was extremely athletic. She quickly picked out a route across the airway and soon launched off the platform. They were separated for a moment as they bounded across the tops of airships and hover cars to the other side.
“Mother,” Starblade began as they sprinted along on the sidewalk leading back to their house, “what’s going to happen to Mandalan?”

New Version

Small fires smouldered angrily in parts of Mandalan, the royal city of Nebular. Electronic bombs were raining down from the Energitians warships, which were harbored in the airspace above Mandalan. The Energitians, Nebular's bitter rivals, had caught Mandalan half off guard.
Nebular was one of the most technologically advanced planets in the Luminar Galaxy, so naturally, its royal city had fortifications and shields. Only a few of the Energitian proton bombs had managed to break through weakened parts of Mandalan's dome shaped shield, which spread across all of the city.

Duchess Windstorm stood on the blue holographic-looking sidewalk for a moment, distracted by the chaos in the city. A bomb fell on the shield above and exploded. Starblade, the duchess' only child, stared wide-eyed at the explosion.
“Come,” Duchess Windstorm said hastily, breaking out of her momentary brooding. She took a firm hold on the long sleeve of her daughter's cloak, so as not to lose the small girl in the busy, bustling city. The duchess' daughter was nine years old and a natural beauty. Her hair was a silky raven black and her eyes were a large, expressive green. She was slim and athletic, having taken after both her parents, and she followed her mother with long strides to keep up. They reached the end of the blue sidewalk and waited for a moment at the airway, where hovercrafts and small cargo ships whizzed past. Then they crossed as a blue sidewalk appeared, blocking traffic and allowing pedestrians to cross.
Duchess Windstorm and her daughter hurried along at a brisk pace. Starblade, an observant girl, noticed a furrow in her mother's dark brows.
“Mother,” she said timidly, still running along, “what will happen to Mandalan?”

Blue raincoat, black rubber boots, my old bucket hat,
And a snack for the journey.
I stepped out the door, dressed in my best, only to find out that-

The sun was out shining, the sky was warm blue,
Not a puddle in sight, not a cloud in my view

So I went back inside, changed up my mood,
Put on some shorts and a tank top.

Then I went back outside and whaddya know-
It's raining and pouring but nobody's snoring because
It's Monday afternoon for goodness sake-
Who would be sleeping on this fine day?

I assumed I was cursed and changed back real quick,
Into my teddy pajamas.
I ate up my snack (blue Sour Patch Kids)
And laid on my couch for a while.

I got really bored, and decided to nap,
Not because I was tired.
I slept for an hour
Or maybe five minutes
And decided to check out the weather.

It was hailing and snowing and it's only September-
I don't know how that makes sense?
I went back inside and made me a sandwich-
That is grammatically incorrect.

It was late afternoon and I made up my mind
That I would go out tomorrow.
And with the snow, I realized,
I could make a snowman!

And surprise surprise-
When tomorrow came, the sun had melted the snow.
Now the ground was all slooshy and slushy and muddy,
And I could not go outside.

If only the sun would not shine today! If only the sky was bleak gray,
Then I would not, no I would not, have to be out and away.

Early in the morning, the sun is up and bright. But it does not
Have to stay
Obnoxiously shiny all day.

Oh Mr. Cloud- yes you.
I know how often I wish
For you to go away,
But please just once,
please hide the sun-
It would mean so much to me

If only you could hide the sun, at least until the sum'rs o'er
Then I would not, no I would not, ask for anything more

Late in the afternoon, the sun might be awake. But it might not
if you just
only hide it away

Oh gray storm clouds
Please come and hide
This sun from view.
Please this once,
Just this once,
At least until summer is over.

Walking home on cobblestone, familiar cracks and holes
Crisp autumn air, everywhere- simply just not fair
So what if she is mean?
So what if she is wrong?
She still got off, and punished me, for all her school woes.
Woe to her for abusing her money
Bribing teachers with gold.
Getting me in trouble, even though I did no wrong.
I know I didn't deserve it.
I don't care if they don't believe me.
I know that it wasn't me.
I don't care because I know and that's all I need to know.
She can't use me
Can't make me feel bad.
I don't care
What they think about me
Because I know
I have done no wrong