Chapter Four: Preparing for the Party
"And I'll make the dress." Musa added.
"But you can't sew, Musa." Bloom protested, "and Flora has never cooked."
"It's easy, all you have to do is follow the directions, now step on to this stool Bloom, you can be my model." Musa instructed as Bloom stepped up.
"I still say we should use our magic." Bloom pouted, crossing her arms. Then Musa throw fabric over here and began cutting.
"Flour, three cups." Flora read the cook book, then began to look for cups, moments later she found them.
"What's that for?" Bloom asked as Musa slid he through the hole she made.
"That's a hole for the feet to go through." Musa explained as she folded the fabric over Bloom.
"It's orange!" Bloom cried out in protest.
"Very sunny shade, isn't it?" Musa smiled.
"But I wanted it blue." Bloom protested.
"We decided it would be orange." Musa told her.
"No, you decided!" Bloom pouted as Musa folded the other side of the fabric over her. All that was heard from her was muffled yelling. Then Musa just tied a ribbon over the fabric. Meanwhile Flora was still preparing the cake.
"Two eggs, fold in gently." she read, "Fold?" Then she thought she knew what she was doing as she placed the full eggs into the batter and pressed down so a cracking sound was heard. With Bloom and Musa, Bloom was not enjoying being a model one bit.
"I can't breathe!" she cried out, but it came out muffled. So Musa snipped a bit off the top so Bloom could have and opening for her head.
"It looks terrible." Bloom admitted.
"That's because its on you." Musa replied as she cut a bit on the bottom. With Flora, she was reading another one of the direction for the cake.
"Yeast, one tsp… what's a tsp?" Flora asked the others.
"Teaspoon, Flora." Bloom clarified.
"Oh, right, silly me." Flora giggled, continuing with her cake. Musa was measuring the hight of the dress.
"My how Cira has grown." Musa sighed.
"It feels like only yesterday we brought her here to the cottage." Bloom added.
"Just a tiny baby." Flora thought out loud. Then, Bloom began to sniffle.
"What's the matter, Bloom." Musa asked her.
"After today she'll be the princess of Solaria again, and we won't have our Cira anymore." Bloom sniffled. That made Musa begin to shed tears.
"We all knew this day would come." Musa pointed out in tears.
"But did it have to come so soon?" Flora asked, now crying too.
"Well we did have her four eighteen years." Musa answered.
"And they were sixteen wonderful years, Musa." Bloom replied as she began crying harder.
"Now wait, we're acting like a bunch of babies, let's finish preparing for Cira's party." Musa told Bloom and Flora as she continued with the dress.