Hi people. Well this certainly isn't my first fanfic but it is my first one that I'm posting here. Well I've been throwing this idea around for a awhile so a nice comment about is it good, bad, or even God woman why did you even write this would be much appreciated. The first chapters are more like background info and for all of you that have read "Beauty" well I haven't so it most likely won't be compatible.
Disclaimer- I don't own anything I wish but Sherwood is a wonderful writer and I wish I was her and owned these wonderful characters but I don't . Oh well.
A small girl ran down hill side. Her blues eyes were sparkling as she ran to her aunt's out stretched arms.
"Tara what have you done to your hair?" Nee asked her six year old niece scooping her up in her arms the girls light blonde hair which that morning had been done in two braids was now poorly cut very short.
"I cut it." Tara replied an innocent smile creeping across her face.
"I can see that but may I ask why you cut it?"
"Because I didn't like it and I wanted it shorter so I cut it." The girl replied shaking her head so that her hair flew in all directions.
"Did you mother say you could cut it?" Nee asked already knowing that answer was no. Mel had left earlier that morning having some urgent business to attend to in the capital. Well Tara hadn't been ready to go yet. So since Nee and Bran always went to the capital for the Mid Summer Eve celebration Meliara had let Tara stay with Nee until they came.
"Well no," Tara replied hanging her head, "Mommy wouldn't let me cut my hair." She looked up at Nee with her big blue eyes.
"Oh no young lady, you got yourself into this you are going to be the one explaining it to your mother." Nee replied setting Tara down, this girl was going to be more then she, Bran, or her parents could control.
"Nee," Bran called coming down the steps from the castle, "have you seen Tara?"
"I right here," Tara cried joyfully running up to her uncle.
"No, Tara is a little girl with long blonde hair and you my dear certainly do not meet that." Bran replied squatting down right in front of her looking Tara hard in the face, "You must be some little child from the village."
"No actually that would be Tara with short hair," Replied crossing to the two.
"No," Bran cried pretending to be shocked. Tara nodded fervently.
"Well how exactly are we going to explain this to Mel and Danric?" Bran asked Nee. They were in the parlor discussing what exactly they should do about Tara cutting her hair.
"Well it's not exactly that big of issue is it? I mean after all its just hair it will grow back."
"Yes that's true, so you think we should just send Mel a letter telling her that Tara cut her hair and there fore be prepared?"
"Yes I think that would be the best thing to do considering the circumstances."
A/N- Well that's the first chapter. Short I know but trust me they get longer and more interesting. The hair thing I dunno why I wrote it. I guess it's cause Mel was so attached to her hair that she would think Tara would too so that's where the whole hair cutting off thing came from.
Disclaimer- I don't own anything I wish but Sherwood is a wonderful writer and I wish I was her and owned these wonderful characters but I don't . Oh well.
A small girl ran down hill side. Her blues eyes were sparkling as she ran to her aunt's out stretched arms.
"Tara what have you done to your hair?" Nee asked her six year old niece scooping her up in her arms the girls light blonde hair which that morning had been done in two braids was now poorly cut very short.
"I cut it." Tara replied an innocent smile creeping across her face.
"I can see that but may I ask why you cut it?"
"Because I didn't like it and I wanted it shorter so I cut it." The girl replied shaking her head so that her hair flew in all directions.
"Did you mother say you could cut it?" Nee asked already knowing that answer was no. Mel had left earlier that morning having some urgent business to attend to in the capital. Well Tara hadn't been ready to go yet. So since Nee and Bran always went to the capital for the Mid Summer Eve celebration Meliara had let Tara stay with Nee until they came.
"Well no," Tara replied hanging her head, "Mommy wouldn't let me cut my hair." She looked up at Nee with her big blue eyes.
"Oh no young lady, you got yourself into this you are going to be the one explaining it to your mother." Nee replied setting Tara down, this girl was going to be more then she, Bran, or her parents could control.
"Nee," Bran called coming down the steps from the castle, "have you seen Tara?"
"I right here," Tara cried joyfully running up to her uncle.
"No, Tara is a little girl with long blonde hair and you my dear certainly do not meet that." Bran replied squatting down right in front of her looking Tara hard in the face, "You must be some little child from the village."
"No actually that would be Tara with short hair," Replied crossing to the two.
"No," Bran cried pretending to be shocked. Tara nodded fervently.
"Well how exactly are we going to explain this to Mel and Danric?" Bran asked Nee. They were in the parlor discussing what exactly they should do about Tara cutting her hair.
"Well it's not exactly that big of issue is it? I mean after all its just hair it will grow back."
"Yes that's true, so you think we should just send Mel a letter telling her that Tara cut her hair and there fore be prepared?"
"Yes I think that would be the best thing to do considering the circumstances."
A/N- Well that's the first chapter. Short I know but trust me they get longer and more interesting. The hair thing I dunno why I wrote it. I guess it's cause Mel was so attached to her hair that she would think Tara would too so that's where the whole hair cutting off thing came from.