Disclaimer: Dustfinger and the Inkheart Trilogy are the property of Cornelia Funke. I am not Cornelia Funke. My empty bank account says so.
Prompt #11: Red
He tried not to laugh and berated himself inwardly. "Damn it, Dustfinger, this is your daughter! You're supposed to be enchanted. Awestricken. You're supposed to think she's the most beautiful baby ever born!"
But the truth was, she was a rather ghastly little creature. Her skin was a strange, splotchy pink. Her features--her bright blue eyes, her round nose, her ears--all seemed a bit too big for her head. And to make matters worse, what little hair she had--sticking up here and there in little tufts, like the first few feathers on a baby bird--was a bright, gingery shade of red.
"She certainly got your hair," Roxane said, smiling up at him.
He couldn't help but chuckle. "So I noticed," he said. "Poor thing."
"Well, at least she got my nose."
He frowned at her. "What's wrong with my nose?"
A/N: Something cute and fluffy, for a change. Believe me, I tried to insert something poignant and/or insightful at the end, but the drabble just wouldn't have it. And for the record, I don't know what on earth is wrong with Roxane. I think he has an adorable nose.