[Prologue] "The Definition of the word Faun"

The meaning of a Faun is a being that is both man and beast, most likely a man who is part goat who contains the legs, ears, and horns of a goat. Fauns are considered lively, a very festive race that are knowingly skilled at that creativeness of poetry and the art of music.
Fauns tend to act on impulse, or desire. Most of their actions are not meant to be harmful or helpful, but are meant to fulfill some kind of impulse.
They are also known to be fond of merriment, or gleefulness. They welcome any creature that will share in gleefulness and as a result, can get along with many people. They are known to be active people and live very chaotic lives as they do not care for structure or value, much less morals.
They live life based on nature, not by what is or isn't (what is right or wrong).
This is just the way it is with Fauns; and the Tumnus family was no exception.

[Introduction] "The Faun family, the Tumnus household"

Mia Tumnus was the girl's name.
She was incredibly shy, despite her family's energetic characteristics.
Guess you could say she was the odd-ball in the group.
She was quiet, soft toned and had a whisper like voice. She didn't talk much unless it was needed, never seemed to cause anyone any sort of problem. All in all, she was a sweet girl; never disruptive in class, never spoke out of term to anyone or thing. She was a great student, and even had no trouble with studying.
When it came to her education, the girl was undoubtedly earnest, which made for good grade and promised future scholarship if she ever needed them.
You could say she was smart.
She spent her free time writing in notebooks, oh how many notebook she'd collected over the passing years…
She loved to write and seemed to have a deticated passion and regconizable skill for writing.
But she would never make it as a normal author. Not with two abnormal horns sticking out from her head at least.
The girl sighed to herself, still gazing out of the window at the bank, cloudless sky. "Well…" she sat her chin to her palm. "…At least my new school has a Drama Club, maybe they'll let me write plays for them."
"Of course they will," a gentle tone entered Mia's ears. "You just have to let them read one of your stories first."
"As. If." Mia replied, lowering her eyes to the table. She poked at its old wood. "I'm too shy to actually let someone read my work."
"Of course you are, dear." Her grandmother entertained the notion, like a teacher going along with a tardy student's excuse just to make a joke out of it in the end to get everyone laughing. She knew that Mia was just using her shyness as a handicap.
Mia's grandmother, El, knew this for a fact because she was wise – wise and completely reasonable. She'd allow Mia to continue like this, but only for so long. She'd longingly dreamed of the day when the girl grew a backbone, or at least a smig of confidence.
"Talking about your new school again?" Mia's mother, Rhae,enter the kitchen, a mug of black coffee in her hand.
She dressed down in her yellow sundress, her calfs unshaved.
Mia sighed again. Her legs were just as hairy and unshaved as her mother's, but she didn't possess her mother's curve, the special arch that made her legs more modelesque than any other goat's she'd seen. Rhae's legs curved backwards, like the letter C if you ever saw it, but not quite. Her legs more resembled the letter K. From her knee below, her lower leg curved in and the back just seemed to shape it, but it also had a curve of its own. It was hard to explain if you never met Rhae or seen her in person.
Mia took note of her mother's polished heels.
"You got your hooves done again?" she asked, completely letting the question her mother had asked slip right over her head.
"Well of course, why wouldn't I?" Rhae answered, as if it had been so odd that Mia asked the question at all.
Mia glanced down at her own unpolished hooves. Her eyes stared aimlessly at her unshaved hairy legs. From the top of her knee and down…God, she needed a good shave, not to mention a good hoove polishing.
"So unfair," she thought aloud. "I wish I was pigeon toed too so my legs could be all pretty and curved in…mine are just stupid and normal..."
"Not exactly, your upper thigh and calf are quite toned, a bit curvy. Don't worry, they'll get there when you're older." Her grandmother said pointedly, offering a smile to Mia's unenthusiastic approach.
"Yeah, I guess. Thanks, El." Mia hugged her grandmother tightly just as she stopped in front of her. Mia couldn't help but smile. She loved being her grandmother's warm hugs where she felt safe and sound.
"No problem, Mia." El said, petting her hair and smiling to herself. She'd remember the day where she taught her grandchildren never to call her grandma, she'd recall telling them that it made her old. But as the saying goes: "You're only as old as you feel", and she never felt old a day in her life, despite her aging features. Of course she had been youthfully beautiful, compared to the other elderly Faun's that lurked about their quiet neighborhood, but the signs of the aging had still caught her in its grasp. She's discovered bags under her eyes that made her face look as if she was weary, although she had not been. Her cheekbones, as she noticed her daughter's had also been, were defining the creases of her round face, not to mention she had what the Normies called "crow's feet". And then there were the horn on her head. They seemed to curl all by themselves overnight, now that she thought about: she was old, with the overly-curled horns to prove it. But still she paid no mind. In her heart, she was still as youth and healthy as some young flaunting twenty-something year old women with no weight hovering on her shoulders.
"Alright, mom, El," Mia suddenly pulled away and stood from her stool. "I'm gunna go and call Dakota and see how he's doing."
"Tell we said Hello." Rhae called after Mia as she half-jogged half-ran from the room.
Mia lifted the house phone to her ear, eager to for the line to pick up so she could hear her best friend's voice. "Come on, come on…" she chanted.
"Moshi, moshi?" his voice spoke, deep but comforting and delicate, melodious and enchanting.
To Mia, it had been refreshing. "Hey," she smiled shyly, although the boy couldn't actually see her. She blushed a soft red.
"Ah, Mia – hey, you finally called." The boy replied, although excitement was not in his voice, as Mia hoped it would have been.
"Yep, I did. So how's Japan? What's it like going to an all Normies school?"
Dakota sighed. Mia pictured him rolling his eyes. "Terrible. I have to cut my nail every day, always wear a hat or some of those weird animal-loving girls will keep playing with my ears because they think they're toy ears, and I have to watch how I eat - which means no more attacking my food like I usually do. Plus there's the whole sharp fang teeth thing that I have to watch out for, mom says that they'll scare away the neighbors if I go smiling so no smiling or grinning is allowed – which, by the way, did I mention makes everyone think I'm some mute loner silent rebel? And if that isn't enough, I have to shave all the time. Do you know how long it takes to shave authentic Werewolf hair with a Normie razor?"
Mia giggled, a burst of joy wiggling its way into her memories. She recalled how she and Dakota's elder brother's use to help shave Dakota whenever he took his nightly bath's as children. She'd never forget the warm of his back as she cuddled against it, or the prickliness of his fur.
She pictured his fur being reduced to small whiskers that could be considered regular hair on his arms and legs to the normal human eye. She enjoyed the thought, continuing to giggle just a bit. "You must look so weird now."
"Well, I guess…I'm just glad they let me keep my long black hair." Mia listened to the sound of a humming sound enter her ears as he breathed on the other side of the phone, on the other side of the world.
"I'm glad too…" she whispered quietly, removing her eyes from the phone and to the carpet floor. She wiggled her toes, trying not to think about her handsome best friend on the day he left. But how could she not? He'd been so handsome on that day, with his long black hair that rained down his back gelled down and smoothed away from his face and beautiful silver moon eyes radiating and flickering with a goodbye he wouldn't return. Mia replayed his "See you later" farewell in her head. She replayed the moment she tried to wipe away her tears as she saw the guy she'd been crushing on since grade four leave before her eyes as she sent him off with a casual smile, as if he was just going home and she'd see him again the next day.
But the next day he'd be gone, his home empty and cold, awaiting new neighbors; she remembered how all their mail was sent to her home and after what seemed like five years (although it had actually been only five weeks), she received a letter from him, stating all his personal facts – new email, new cell phone number, new house phone number, new home address, et cetera, and so on.
She remembered how she called him that same day.
"Why are you glad?" he spoke, his eyebrow raised.
Mia didn't need to see it to know. She knew Dakota like a book; if he ever became a bestselling, awarding winning novel then she'd be the author behind the scenes.
"Because you look better with long hair." She grinned.
"You have a point." He noted. "Anyway, you start going to a new school starting tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah," she answered. She knew he didn't forget. There's no way he could, he and Mia had been emailing about it since the day she found out that she had been official accepted and enrolled – courtesy of her mom would told her the day before yesterday.
"Yeah, that's right. What was the school called again?"
"Ummmmm," Mia bit her bottom lip, running to her room. She hunted for the paper that withheld her class schedule. Finally, she found it under the map that had been placed in the second drawer, near her flute that she'd got from her uncle. "It's called monster High, but why do you care?"
"Research, my dear. Research." Dakota answered.
Mia giggled again. "Yeah right, whatever, you liar! You're probably just worried about me, aren't you?"
"Alright, you caught me." Mia could hear the smile in his voice. "I'm worried. It's your freshman year and you're still kind of…well, you know."
"Shy and timid, you mean?" Mia sat on her bed, crossing her goat legs behind her. She poked at her warm purple cover, swirling a circle into it.
"Well, yeah. Do you think you'll be able to manage there?"
"I'm sure I'll be fine." She lied.
"…Yeah, alright, if you say so." He let it go; knowing Mia wouldn't try to argue even if he did declare what a bashful nature she truly had.
She knew it just as well as she did, so truly there was no point in arguing.
"Hey Dakota, I've got to go now."
"Oh, alright. Hey, call again tomorrow, okay?"
"Yeah, okay." Mia pulled the phone away and clicked it off.
There was something frightening in the pits of her stomach. She took it as hungry, ignoring the fact that it was fear, and went down stairs.
There her mother greeted her with a smile.
"Hey Mia, have you seen Cara?" she asked.
El removed five glass bottles of milk from the fridge and sat them on the table. "You know how she is. She's probably busy, off reading or something."
"El's probably right," Mia nodded in agreement. "She's probably studying again."
"That girl, she'll never learn." Rhae smiles softly, narrowing her eyes at whatever she was cooking the in steaming pot.
Mia walked through the living room and to the hallway where the wooden stairs were. She grabbed the doorknob to the wooden door and joined Cara out on the patio located in front of there white painted house. She stared out at the sea of swaying grass green that swayed back and forth with the chilled air.
The sun was setting.
Cara looked up at the sound of Mia taking a seat next to her. She had that dazed expression on her face again that let Mia know she was off in her own world with a Normie magazine in her hand. It had been on an article about what Normie girls used to tease their hair so it enhanced it's volume.
"Hey Cara," she smiled down at her little sister.
Cara's cheeks grew red, even redder then Mia's had been when she thought of Dakota. Her small ears twitched for a second.
"Hey," the little Faun responded, her voice shushed and faint. She was like a smaller version of Mia, only shyer with smaller ears, longer eyelashes, their mother's odd but amazing curved legs, and tinier horns. But Mia's lips were more plumped and modelesque as Rhae's had been. Not to mention that Cara didn't have freckles or the family beauty mark on her neck. She was seemingly normal, with no family mark, just as their father, Jin, had been.
All horns and goat legs, but with no heritited birth mark to prove they're family, as El would say, joking about their normalness in the family.
Appearance wise, that is. Personality wise, if it wasn't for Cara adopting Mia's loner-girl shyness, Cara would've gained the title of the Odd One Out. The young Faun had been literally obsessed with the Normies even since she learned of their existence. She knew everything from the way Normie girls talked through complicated sequences of text to the way Normie boys seem to walk with whatever they called "swagger".
Cara had been a Normie-Monster 101 Expert, if ever a thing existed. She'd done multiple studies and even had the chit-chat lingo down if she ever found a chance to use it. She knew every popular show, all the cool music, the latest trends, the highly-rated in-theatres now movies, and where even to dine on a night out – she even knew what wild party clubs to go to if a girl was ever in need of a little fun. If it included anything Normie, she knew about it.
"Mom told me to come and get you for dinner, ready to eat?" Mia blinked, her eyes flickering to her sister's tiny bony legs. She'd shaven her leg hair differently from the way Mia and Rhae shaved theirs. Her's stopped at the top of her knee, instead of at the ankles. Mia thought of this as strange.
She thought it was even stranger how she'd been obsessed with leg hair ever since she's seen her mom's.
What was it about leg hair today that got her examining everyone else's?
"I guess," Cara answered timidly. "What are we having?"
"Good question." Mia looked up to the clear sky, placing a finger to her bottom lip, as if thinking. "I guess we'll just have to find out when we get to the table."
Cara nodded joyfully at her older sister's gleeful smile. "Yeah!"
Mia giggled, grabbing the younger Faun's wrist and lifting to run into the kitchen. Cara didn't complain as she was dragged into the scented room.
"You girls ready to eat?" Rhae grinned at her two lovely daughters.
"Sure am." Mia answered.
Cara nodded. "Yep."
"Good" a rumble sounded in the room. Everyone looked up to find Jin standing in the doorway. "Because I'm starved."
The girls gasped, their mouth sketching into wide smiles as they lunged for their father. He stumbled back, receiving their tight hugs. With a pet to each head, he relaxed, the pain from work in his shoulders slipping away.
"Welcome home, dear." Rhae stepped closer to her husband, leaning over to place a soft ruby red kiss on his cheek.
He grabbed her elbow, also leaning in for the kiss. He loved how she smelt of scented peaches and tangerines. "Thank you, sweetheart."
"Can we eat now?" El interrupted, leaning against the doorway that led into the dining room.
"Yes, yes," Rhae's eyes rolled. "One moment."
"So what's for dinner?" Jin asked, going over to his mother to squeeze a hug out of her.
"Octopus tentacle soup with fresh crisp kelp on the side." Rhae answered delightfully, as it had been one of Jin's favorites.
"Sounds good to me." Jin replied with a grateful smile.