Prompt: Ribbons and Bows
Like mother like daughter.
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In her younger years, Eleanor had been quite the battle maiden. Picking swords over dresses, she had made a name for herself in the war, camping in the harsh cold and hunting for her meals and dueling any man who dared question her ability, one such man eventually becoming her husband. The war ended, and Eleanor gave up her warrior ways in favor of raising her two children: a son with the same chestnut hair as his father and a daughter with the same fiery glint in her eyes as her mother.
Elissa had begged and pleaded and squirmed and wiggled until with great effort and satisfaction Eleanor had finally stuffed her little girl into the pink satin dress. "But I hate dresses!" Elissa had whined, pouting fiercely.
"It's just for a few hours, Darling," Eleanor had smoothly replied before tying the last bow in the back. "You can change out of it when the party's over."
The guests arrived, and Eleanor became the gracious host, soon forgetting all about the children. Much later, while laughing and drinking with her friends, a keening wail rang out. All the adults jumped in alarmed silence when suddenly a train of muddied children came barreling through the room.
"Get the werewolf!" The little girl leading the charge called out, pieces of twigs threaded through her hair. Underneath all the grime Eleanor thought she could make out a tiny speck of pink satin.
When the children had cleared out and the dust had settled, a guest turned to Eleanor and sniffed, "I believe the leader was your daughter."
"I believe so, as well," Eleanor replied, and smiled.