when she saw the effects of makeup,
alatariel loved it.
she loved how it
could transform a face
with just colours
and their contrasting shades.
her medium -- as an artist
is not a paintbrush and a canvas.
rather, they were
make up brushes and a face (plain).
make up was her form of art,
unlike many other girls.
--
because she was kept
in the castle all the time,
alatariel made friends
with the servants for company.
she had a bestfriend named Saph.
well, that was short for Sapphire,
her mother's favourite gem.
Alatariel found Saph sitting
alone in a corner of the royally large,
empty kitchen one day,
legs drawn tight to her chest,
sobbing quietly but uncontrollably.
they were both eight.
Alatariel approached Saph and
squatted in front of her in an unladylike stance,
(not to mention unprincesslike.)
" Please stop crying.
My name is Alatariel.
Would you be my friend? "
looking up, Saph responded,
"Ella-ray-tiol? "
Alatariel giggled angelically,
"You could just call me Ray."
"But that's a boy's name!"
"It's funny!"
Both of them smiled widely back at each other,
Alatariel's fallen tooth gap now visible.


it doesnt end here...
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