Another from yours truly
Amelia was aged around fourteen, and Isolde couldn't believe the small little changes she saw in her growing daughter everyday. It was like she was being born all over again, a miracle everyday. Isolde was trying to sneak around, Amelia had become so self-conscious of her practicing. She was the little perfectionist, even with the grace she always gave off. Her cervine details seemed to become more and more apparent. The long, limber legs, the sudden stop in the middle of a pirouette at a noise. It always made Isolde smile to herself.
She still slept in the same bed with Mia, because Mia let her. She knew she smothered the child, but she had often told her in the latter years to just tell her to ease up when she was being too much. She never did. It wasn't even like she was being just tolerated, like she had felt at times with Victor and James. She knew her child loved her, just from the way those eerie blue-grey eyes lit up when Isolde could spot them from coming home.
It was later in the evening, in the transition of winter when her quiet daughter crawled into Isolde's lap and wrapped Isolde's arms around her. The child had been having a rough time at school, often being called names over nothing. Isolde theorized it was out of jealousy. While everyone else was going through an awkward phase of puberty, her Amelia seemed to accept it with dignity and grace. Mia turned to her mother, "Momma, why am I so...flowy? I don't know how to describe it."
"Because you were born with such a big heart. That's where your grace, or flowiness, comes from. Ask one of your fathers, they can explain it they way I know you like, simple and plain." Isolde said with a smile as Mia shook her head.
"I like your explanation Momma."