I'm not too good with describing settings and all that, so I thought for weeks about a direct description of Renesmee. This is in Claire's (the girl Quil imprinted on) POV because I imagine her becoming friends with Nessie. The last time Claire saw Nessie she was six, leaving her as ten (for some reason they didn't come into to contact after that). Nessie and Jacob return for their wedding, and this is the first time Claire has seen Nessie in five years.
I'm thinking of Renesmee as reaching seven (when she stops growing)so there's only a little difference in looks.
Don't own the characters by the way, just the plot or description in this case.
Hope it's sort of like how the rest of the world imagine Renesmee Cullen.
Claire's POV
She looked exactly the same as she had five years ago. Sure, she had gotten a little taller, her hourglass figure more defined and her hair was cut a little shorter. The eyes, perhaps the most captivating thing about Renesmee Cullen, once you got over the rest of her, will still the same. Bright, intelligent, caring, happiness and curiosity all at the same time, it made her painstakingly beautiful. I imagined that if you took away all those emotions and you were left with just the colour, she would still be stunning. It was a warm chocolate, which had the ability to lighten or darken, depending on her mood. When she was younger, they hadn't suited her face. Too adult, too aware and intelligent. With a shock I realised she was never to grow into them, stuck at a young woman all her life. I adverted my eyes from hers and studied the rest of her face. It made me even more jealous that she hadn't seemed to of aged, still stuck in her angel's eighteen-year-old body. She had high cheekbones that weren't too prominent, full, pink lips- her bottom lip slightly bigger than the top, a straight nose, eyebrows that looked plucked to perfection (but were sadly natural), and a perfectly shaped oval face, that wasn't too long or short. Her hair was the next thing I assessed. It still waved gently down her back, too lose to be a curl but too wavy to be straight. It was still the same reddish brown colour, inherited from her father, but not quite the same bronze. I assumed she had inherited more brown from her mother. Her skin was the typical vampire alabaster, except for the rose in her cheeks. I felt like crying. She saw the pain immediately in my eyes, her brain worked much faster.
"What's wrong?" she asked me her eyes lighter, and worry creased into her perfect face. Her voice was the same as well, musical and silky, like a sweet piano melody.
"I feel so… plain," I replied, amazed as soon as the words left my lips that I was so open and honest. I supposed she just made everyone seem so natural and comfortable. She had the opposite effect on people than actual vampires, instead of unease you felt at home.
With that she laughed, making me feel even more insignificant, it was like ring of high-pitched bells. She walked; it was more of a skip, towards me. She wasn't as graceful as the rest of the vampires were, she was too human for that, but it was still beautiful. She wrapped her marble like arms around me, enveloping me in a delicious smell of lilac, papaya and something else my human senses could not detect. It was in that instant I felt a rush of affection towards my soon-to-be, ignoring the technical side of things, sister in law.
What was not to like about Nessie? Absolutely nothing.
The technical side is all the stuff about parentage, the wolves regard each others as siblings right? So if you look through that perspective, Renesmee is eventually going to be a sister in law to the wolves and their wives/husband (who knows Leah might marry).
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