Since I only got back and started writing again, I need some time to get back on my usual stories. For now I just wrote what came up and just hope you will enjoy the read.
Catching the Spirit
Hidden in the bushes she could not help herself feel the tension building in her body. Leaning in forward, her eyes lit up as she sees her Grandma and mother in strange rags. The cloths were torn and dirty as if someone used it to run through a thorny bush, got hooked on to the fabric and shred it while they kept moving on even dragging along branches and leaves.
It may have been forbidden for Raniel to go out of the house but she could not resist the urge to follow her mother all the way to Grandma’s house. The name was given to her fifth birthday, being the wanderer that she was. Crawling and running around the garden and somehow always able to escape the brick wall. Now 8 years later she hasn’t changed a bit and knows every nook and granny around the house.
She is often found following the small river that runs along the edge of there region. Or else riding her slender quick weasel through the large forest. Raniel is the kind of girl who can’t be held in one spot. She is the free spirit of the family, always cheerful and energy for three.
A third person walks out the door. With long green hair and dressed in a dress made of flower petals. Vines are curled and wrapped around her small feet all the way up her calves. In just a flash of the moment the face of this girl was turned towards Raniel. Her astonishment was read all over her pretty little face. Clamping her little fingers tighter around the branch she keeps them away from her line of sight. Eyes wide open she focusses on the third person.
She looks just like her sister Uialthel. The same golden tanned skin, eyes blue like the clear skies that cover the valley. Though she can’t help but wonder why her hair is a vibrant green and falling straight down over her shoulders. Uialthel was the prettiest of the two with black curly hair. She wonders how her hair has turned a leafy green.
What are they up to and why was she not invited?
Raniel’s curiosity is sparked even more and crawls closer through the small bushes.
Grandma and her mother pulled two masks from their rags and put them on. Porcelain white shells covers their faces. Decorated with painted curls across the surface and blackened lips. They stand around a circle made of rocks where her sister takes place. She stares at the sky that has turned a crimson red and gradually turn a darkish blue.
Raniel is mesmerized by the enchantments her mom and grandma are singing. As their hands raise up to the heavens a small ball of lights glides down into their hands. A third one hovers above her sisters. Barely seen due its dark blue colour and exploding into several sparks that start to fly around her.