Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2013 14:49:36 GMT
Once upon a time there were twelve princesses who secretly danced the night away in a land of gold and silver with beautiful fixtures and perfect princes. They would dance and dance until their shoes were worn and then they would make their way back to their chambers where they would be found asleep in their beds as though nothing had happened at all. The only thing that gave them away was that each night, their dancing shoes would be found to be worn and they would have to get a new pair.
In her favorite version of the story, it is a cobbler's apprentice who finds out about them and helps the princesses save their father from an evil duchess who has tried to kill the king and trap the girls in their land of magic. But what can she say, a happy ending has always tickled her fancy, and the other versions had too much death for that.
When Brynn was a little girl, she used to watch that movie wishing she could find a way to a magical land where she could dance the entire night with her closest friends and the perfect prince. She would sometimes stand before the television and dance in front as the princesses danced there. Eventually, she had taught herself one of their own dances and would dance alongside them as though she were the thirteenth princess. If only she could have been.
One time, as she danced with her fellow princesses, her father came in and exclaimed that she had no prince to dance with. She looked at him with a silly grin and told him that he could be a prince. He laughed it odd and reminded her that he was much to old to be a prince but perhaps could be a king. She nodded and took his head and exclaimed out to the entire house that she was going to dance with the best king of all kings, so they danced with the princesses until their dance was over, and each bowed and went on watching the movie or working on the couch.
Brynn, the princess of flowers, made her way into the mess hall in a dress she and her mother had made. It was a sparkling blue material that they draped around her body until the end where it flowed freely out. She wore a silver arm bracelet that wrapped around her forearm with a metallic flower at each end. Her hair was pulled back into a bun on the top of her head with a little tiara of flowers they had bought a quaint jewelry store for thirty five dollars, but it was pretty enough to make her feel like a real princess. She wore black suede boots, ones she had gotten just that year in April when her mother went shopping with her. They were not quite princessy, but they were comfortable.
When she arrived, she stepped to the side taking it all in. She was not entirely sure who was there or who was going to show up. The beginning of dances had always felt strange to her without and certainty at all. Anyone could be there, and no one could be there. Anything could happen and nothing could happen. It all depended on something greater than she could ever imagine.