I'm gonna put a link to a picture on my profile. It's how I think Mirana might have looked as a baby there's another link on my profile for Tarrant. I'm adding another link for the next important character…
Title- A Raven and a Writing Desk
Summary- Mirana is a sweet (but sickly) little girl. Tarrant is the Royal Hatter's son and apprentice. What could they possibly have in common? Well, much more than either of them thought.
Disclaimer- I saw the movie, then went home and cried because I don't own them :P
Chapter 2: Sibling Love
"If you don't understand how a person could both love their sibling dearly and want to wring their neck at the same time, then you were probably an only child." –Linda Sunshine
The White Queen of Crims stared in wonderment at the newborn child in her arms. She was amazed at her beauty! Her skin may have been a little pale, but her eyes were light blue, her hair was a very pretty golden color, and her face was perfectly…imperfect. Her eyes were a tiny bit too big. Her cheeks were a little bit red and she was frantically glancing about the room. The King reached down and took the child from her arms and held it up. He was being a little rough, but he had been worse with their eldest and middle child. The King studied the tiny girl, smiled, and hugged her gently to his chest.
"She's beautiful…" he trailed off. He eventually handed the child back to her mother.
"Mira? Racy? Can you come here for a minute?" The 6 and 12 year olds entered the room. The latter had a slightly annoyed look on her face and the younger was smiling brightly, as she often did. Racy was wearing a maroon and black dress, covered in hearts; her curly hair was piled up on top of her head, under a tiara. Mirana was wearing a light yellow dress with her straight black/brown hair cascading over her shoulders. "This is your new sister," said the Queen softly. Mirana squealed in delight; Iracebeth left the room. "Come name her, Mira." Mirana climbed up on the bed and rested a hand on her sister's stomach.
"Julia," she decided. She nodded her head, confirming it.
"What a pretty name." Mirana held out her arms, and Julia was gently placed in them. Mirana sat there for hours, resting against her mother and cradling her sister. The older sibling played with the baby's short golden curls and ran her fingers over her light skin. Julia wasn't as pale as her kin, but she was close to it. When the baby opened her eyes, Mira was mesmerized by the deep blue color. The little child smiled, showing her gums, and gripped her sister's thumb tightly in her fist. Mirana grinned and caressed the young girl's face. Her skin was smoother than anything she'd ever touched.
Let's fast forward just two more years, hmm?
Tarrant ran down the halls of his family's home out in the Tulgey Wood. He had just turned eight years old along with the two other of the triplets. Tarra was old enough to work at the castle of Crims, though Tarrant didn't know what she did. Tarrance was learning how to sword fight with some of the army men at the castle. Tarrant was working at home in their mother's Tea Shop- Mother Hightopp's Little Tea Shop. Tarrant had come up with the name…he loved the rhyming. He served the costumers and occasionally was lucky enough to work in the kitchen with Mrs. Earwicket and her son, Thackary.
"Tarrant! Go collect the lemons from the tree outback, we need more." He loved collecting lemons. It gave him a chance to climb a tree without getting in trouble with his mother.
"Yes, Ma'am," he replied. He was always told to be respectful of his parents. So, after gathering the lemons, he ran back inside, still full of energy. When he entered the kitchen, he found his mother standing at an open door. She was still and silent. Tarrant walked a bit closer and saw that no one was standing on the other side of the door. He kept looking back and forth from his mother's face to the empty road. Hopping away was Mr. McTwisp, his friend Nivens' father. He was the Royal Messenger.
"Umm…Momma?" he asked in a small voice. Quite frankly, his mother was scaring him. He reached up and touched her shoulder. He seemed to have pushed the un-pause button. She crippled, dropping to her knees and digging her face in her hands. Tarrant knelt beside her and placed an arm across her shoulder. He smoothed her hair out of her face and shushed her- his younger brothers and sisters were asleep.
"Ta-Tarrant…go to Crims and get your brother and…and your sister…" she said between sobs. He ran outside and hopped on his horse- Teacup- and went all the way to the Castle of Crims.
Back at their house, all 10 children were sitting in the living room. Tarrant was fixing his mother some tea while the other children sat anxiously, waiting for their mother to talk. After she had settled with the hot tea and dried her tears enough to actually see them, she spoke in a low, shaky voice.
"Do you all remember how Daddy went to be a miner for the king?" They all nodded. "Well, that mine collapsed last night," she said. Tears filled her eyes again and flowed freely down her cheeks. The rest of the children were just shocked. They ranged in age from 6 months to 8 years. The triplets were oldest at 8 years old, Trina and Trent were both 6 years old (they were twins), the next set of twins were Tori and Tommy who were 4, the last set of twins were Tyler and Typhany who were 2, and the last child was a baby girl named Nennie who was 6 months. Each and every one of them (except Nennie) sat wide eyed and uncomprehending. Their mouths were little 'O's of amazement.
"So…he's…gone?" asked Trina.
"Where Daddy go?' asked Tyler.
"Is he comin' back?" wondered Tori.
"No, Tori…Daddy's not coming back," whispered Tarra. She took Tyler and Typhany in her arms, supporting their weight on her hips, and left to the kitchen. Trina followed her. When Tarra was upset, she cooked. Tori and Tommy took Tarrance's hands and led him into the other room and Trent tagged along. When they were upset, they made jigsaw puzzles to calm themselves. Tarrant picked Nennie up off the ground and sat back down on the couch. He let her suckle his finger and watched her. How could she not be affected by what was going on around her?
"Tarrant, are you alright, love?" his mother said, rather nervously. He was prone to becoming increasingly violent when he was upset. He looked up and she saw his eyes were a deep blue. She'd never seen them this color before. She'd seen them red when he was angry, orange when he went mad, purple when he was regretting something, and green when he was happy.
"And I thought I had you figured out…Tarrant, I'm going to have to ask you a huge favor, dear." He nodded solemnly. "I need you to be the 'man of the house,' so to speak. Can you help me with all the kids?" His lips were pressed in a tight line, but he nodded like he was determined. He stood, cradling Nennie, and walked into the kitchen. He was determined to cheer everyone up!
"So…what's for lunch, dear sister?" he asked happily, smiling. Tarrant turned towards him with tear stains going down her face. His grin dropped as he realized the task ahead of him. He shifted Nennie so that she was in one arm rather than both. He rushed to his sister and draped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her to himself. She dug her face into his shoulder and cried her eyes out. The youngest twins came and hung on his leg, crying as well.
"I wish I could help you…I wish I could make the hurt go away…" (A/N- my mother said that to me when my grandmother died) They all looked at him like he was the greatest person in Underland. Like he was the best brother they could ask for.
"Now that you've stopped crying…what's for lunch? I'm starving!"
"Jerk!" Tarra exclaimed, smiling and punching him in the arm. Nennie smiled up at all of them as if nothing had ever happened. It amazed them what siblings can do for each other in a time of need. They stuck by each other's sides for days until they were sure everyone was…mentally stable enough to go about the day alone.