Amaranth. :3
Running away turned out to be pointless. Magnolia had turned back at Cour des Miracles, begrudgingly, after a brush with Anathema. The princess knew her father would be worried, and after two and a half days or so of cold and hunger, she realized being home was better than foolishly running away. The Mohawk-headed girl had kicked the snow as she made the slow walk back, too tired to cry, or fight when she finally went back home. She knew it was the right thing to do, even if each step seemed like a mistake for the young girl.
After going home, she had laid low. She got her strength back by laying around and doing the same thing she did every day; exploring around her packlands and playing with whatever she came across. Magnolia hadn’t said more than a few words to her father, as she preferred to not be around whenever he was home. It was still weird for her to come home to Niro, not Lolita or any of her sisters. Maggie was taking the transition hard. The little girl barely spoke or ate anymore. But at least she wasn’t running away anymore. Today, though, she didn’t stray far. The morning broke dark and overcast, with did not help the Princess’ mood. Magnolia woke up, stretched, and found a spot by the beach where Niro’s house was still visible to her green eyes. The last Monroe girl wrapped her silvery-white tail around her tiny haunches, and watched the freezing water wash up against the rocks again and again.
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