Chapter two, up 'n' runnin...
Chapter Two
Most Unexpected
I'm sure my mouth dropped open.
My maybe-mother certainly was beautiful, yes, with honey-gold hair and sparkling blue eyes. She looked
like every cherished idea of a fairy: Very petite, like me, but she seemed delicate and dainty, not
undergrown and shrimpy like me.
She had full, pink lips that lit in a radiant smile when she caught sight of me. I gulped and felt a bit
dizzy: She was stunning.
Yes, beautiful, and certainly fit for this strong, handsome man. The only thing wrong with the
breathtaking picture of a pixie she painted was...
She was in a wheelchair.
The odd thing about it was, she was wearing what I thought were ballet slippers.
*But why,* the logical part of my brain questioned, *Is she wearing *dancing* shoes if she can't even
*walk*?* I shushed the mean-spirited words and forced my wandering mind back to Kaolinite. She
was, of course, glaring at me, and I jumped to my feet.
"Pleased to meet you," I said in a barely audible voice, shaking the man's hand. "I'm Hotaru."
"Yes, I know," he said, smiling. "My name is Theodore, Thedore Kensington, but just call me Theo."
"Okay," I whispered, staring up at him shyly. I turned to the woman in the wheelchair and gently shook
her hand. She looked so delicate and fragile, like glass--I was afraid of breaking her.
"I'm Clarissa Kensington," she said cheerfully, beaming at Theo. "But just call me mom.
Chapter Two
Most Unexpected
I'm sure my mouth dropped open.
My maybe-mother certainly was beautiful, yes, with honey-gold hair and sparkling blue eyes. She looked
like every cherished idea of a fairy: Very petite, like me, but she seemed delicate and dainty, not
undergrown and shrimpy like me.
She had full, pink lips that lit in a radiant smile when she caught sight of me. I gulped and felt a bit
dizzy: She was stunning.
Yes, beautiful, and certainly fit for this strong, handsome man. The only thing wrong with the
breathtaking picture of a pixie she painted was...
She was in a wheelchair.
The odd thing about it was, she was wearing what I thought were ballet slippers.
*But why,* the logical part of my brain questioned, *Is she wearing *dancing* shoes if she can't even
*walk*?* I shushed the mean-spirited words and forced my wandering mind back to Kaolinite. She
was, of course, glaring at me, and I jumped to my feet.
"Pleased to meet you," I said in a barely audible voice, shaking the man's hand. "I'm Hotaru."
"Yes, I know," he said, smiling. "My name is Theodore, Thedore Kensington, but just call me Theo."
"Okay," I whispered, staring up at him shyly. I turned to the woman in the wheelchair and gently shook
her hand. She looked so delicate and fragile, like glass--I was afraid of breaking her.
"I'm Clarissa Kensington," she said cheerfully, beaming at Theo. "But just call me mom.