Name: Lillian “Lily” Rose Ryder
Looks: Lily has really thick, very soft, light golden hair about fifteen feet long(Sort of wavy, usually in a braid with flowers that goes about to her ankles.) Big, shining, violet-blue kaleidoscope eyes with thick dark brown eyelashes. Petite(about 4’5) and slim, with a delicate/slight build, but still strong. A heart shaped face, smooth porcelain skin with rosy cheeks. She’s very very very pretty, and has one of the happiest, and most honest smiles you’ll ever see.
Personality: Lillian is sweet, gentle, kind, brave, loyal, and extremely intelligent despite being innocent and rather naive. Very very creative, and usually has really good ideas, but doesn’t think they’re really good, so she doesn’t always try to voice them. Very stubborn, will always try to keep her friends safe(even if they're older, and stronger, or faster, or...... well, it's the thought that counts.) Tends to be very very very shy and quiet (almost silent sometimes.) Doesn't like large crowds. Around her friends however, she’s very outgoing, sweet, and at times almost close to being talkative/bubbly. Rather quirky about certain things with colors(she can't stand it when people are wearing things that don't match colors at all, and telling her that two "obviously different" colors are the same is never a good idea.) Usually very gentle, innocent, gentle, and bright, but can be very sarcastic when she tries. A lot like her mother. She’s a bit of a romantic, and always tries to see the best in people.
Other: Healing hair/touch, can make things warm, can make her hair/body glow (it usually happens when she's scared/nervous/excited/really happy.)
I wake up to Pascal sitting above me on the edge of my bed.
“Good morning Pascal!!!” The chamelion taps his wrist and I look over at the clock. Oh no! I might be late! I jump out of bed and start getting things ready quickly.
Fifteen minutes brushing hair.
Ten more braiding it.
Throw on a sleavless floral day dress, my pink converse, and then I’m good to go!
I run out to the hall and slide down the banister. Off at the botton and into the dining room.
“Morning Mama, Papa. I need to go, so love you bye!”
“Love you dear! Your brother is already outside waiting!”
“Have a good day Cornflower.”
I grab an apple, my bags, and art notebook, basically bursting with in progress paintings and sketches, then I’m out the door.
“Well you took your time getting up. I thought our mom was Rapunzel, not sleeping beauty-”
“I know, overslept, we have twenty minutes lets go!”
Once we get to the school( with three minutes to spare, thank you Werner, you beautifuly fast driver!) and start walking around I’m totoally in awe.
“It’s so beautiful! The trees are all so big and the grass is so green and who’s that?”
The boy is tall, with jet black hair and from what I can see he’s rather handsome.
The boy’s brilliant green eyes meet mine and I look away quickly.
“Him? Uh… Anna and Kristoph’s son, I think. Garret? Greg? Grim! He’s Grim.”
“He doesn’t look like cousin Anna, or Kristoph.”
“Stop staring.” My brother bumps my side and I look up at him with a frown.
“You know you love me.”
“I do, don’t I?”
We reach the front desk and he stops and looks down at me.
“I have to go to my room, but I’ll find you again during lunch, okay?”
I nod and he walks towards the stairs.
I look up at the lady behind the desk, completely frozen for a moment before realizeing she probably want’s to know my name.
“Hi. I’m Lillian Ryder.”
“You’re in room six dear, here you go.” She hands me a key and I start looking for room six.
It takes me a few minutes, but I finally find it.
I open the door and there’s already a girl sitting on one of the beds, messing with her phone.
“Uh…. hi!” The red head looks up with surprise, her hand reaching quickly for something at her side.
“Oh. Hi. You’re Lily, yes?”
I nod, and she smiles, standing and holding out a hand to shake.
“I’m Maeve of DunBroch.”
“Lillian Rose Ryder, it’s nice to meet you….. You weren’t going to use that, were you?” I point at the rather large sword resting on her bed.
“Oh no. Well, I don’t think I would have.”
After unpacking, Maeve anounces she’s going to show me around.
“Okay, I’ll be out in a minute!”
She leaves and I grab my art book, then walk out into the hall and run into someone.
“I’m so sorry, I should have been paying more attention… oh sunflowers.” My papers and things are scattered all over the floor.