Hiya! I'm
Hiya! I'm SaltSaint (call me Lissa if you want!) I, um, I'm sorta nervous. I started writing this in school one day and decided to post it on here (remembering I had the account.) So...Tell me what'cha think. Please!
Grace pulled me along.
"Come, Cymberly, come along!" she shouted happily as our small feet carried us off down the way to the docks of Mysidia. We laughed as we pushed past people bustling about. We stopped at the edge of the dock to see a ship coming. Not just any ship, though. It was Grace and I's parents. Kind Edge and Queen Rydia. The ship docked and we rushed to meet our parents on the vessel.
"Mama!" I shifted, jumping into my mother's arms.
"Hello, sweetheart. How was your stay with Palom?" she asked.
Grace had been held in father's arms but she wiggled out and smiled. "It was great! Palom is really strong now! So is Porom!"
I suddenly lifted my arm in front of mother's face and waved it. "Look! I had a scratch on my arm from a thron bush and it Porom healed it. It's not even there anymore, See!" Mother's giggled and lowered my arm.
"Yes, yes, wonderful, dear."
Father layed a hand on my sister's gren hair as he spoke: "we should get going again."
And so we were off.
Grace was eight. I was six at the time. Grace was a favorite of father. He adored her so. Her little green curls and dark eyes and her milky skin. I looked pretty close to her so I guess looks don't matter. I was never really jelous of her... of course, not till she died.