My Father smiles when he sees me, of course, because, well, who cannot smile when they see me? I am the Jewel of Diveen. I am the diamond of the wolves. I am what shines brightest. I am what sparkles. Of course my Father would smile when he sees me. I am his perfection and everything. He tells me himself. I am the best, and I am also his favorite. This I know to be true. I would settle for no less. I know how good I am, and I deserve it. I am always the one who greets Father first when he comes home, at least I try. Sometimes Guardian or Iophiel will do it, very rudely I might add. I always call it. Greeting Father is my duty, because I want to be what he sees first. Not Mother, not my siblings. Me. Of course, I win out this day, because I have a lot to talk about. There is a lot to say about this whole situation with my Father leaving, and the fact that he can't do my hair while he is gone. This is very important stuff that only he would understand, as no one else in my dirty family does, except maybe Mother. She always says I go overboard though, that I shouldn't worry about being dirt free so much. But why would I want my pelt to be anything be flawless?

I do not struggle or anything when Father leans in to pull me close. It only makes sense that he wants me closer, I am his daughter, the most beautiful of them too. He even knows exactly what I want out of life, and I will ignore the fact that I just talked his ear off about needed him to groom me. I will pretend he just knows exactly what I need because he is Father. He licks my ears and begins the grooming process, and I am most content in this moment with my Father. Life is the best when you are clean and when every strand is in the perfect place, and Father is not lazy about it like everyone else. Yes, Father understands, I just know it! My star-touched tail wags, and I must admit I have no control over it. It just happens, okay? I need to control it in order to prevent dirt, but sometimes I let it slide, like right now. I was actually probably meant to be a cat, as I am sure I would be purring up a storm right now.

My Father speaks in the language of Latin, something I picked up quite well. I speak it wonderfully, because I pat attention to Father a lot. I also demand that Starfall speak to me with it, since Mother only speaks to me in English. Guardian does both, and I must admit I probably picked up some one his bad habits. I always love hearing Father speak it, and Starfall too. He does a good impression of Father, but Father doesn't know it. Star told me never to tell, and I most likely won't. Probably. Maybe. I listen to his lovely Latin, his wonderfully manly voice as I sit all pretty with him. I am pleased to hear that he will make my fur nice and shiny for our now official day out. We, of course, have to look our best at all times. It is only logical. Why would I want others to see me and have it in their heads that I have dirt all over me? Just silly. My pristine silver auds perk and my head turns to look up at him as he speaks about me doing his hair. My mouth opens wide with a large puppy smile, and my glorious sapphire eyes sparkle with joy. I quickly nod my pretty head in agreement. Yes! I get to be the one to do Daddy's hair, and then EVERYONE will know it was me. Pride swelled on my face, quite pleased with what I have already accomplished today.

"Etiam Pater: Eamus, et ad flumina tua optimum comae."
(Yes, Father, Let us go to the river and I shall make your hair the best.)

My puppy paws walk besides my Father now, my lovely tail wagging behind me as puppies often do. I am quite pleased, you see, as I am getting all of Father's attention on this day. The attention I deserve, because I worked so hard on being this beautiful. I am not too entirely surprised when my Father interrupts me after mentioning that one dirty boy who pushed me. I mean, Father is supposed to protect me and make sure these things don't happen. It is his job, but he wasn't around. I make a sort of smirk on my face, a happy look that my Father wanting to take care of that dirty boy. I shake my glimmering head, now done properly by Father, for it was not Ava puppies who pushed me.

"Nigro fit puer, mea quasi in fronte speckles. Sed non sunt satis speckles similis mei. Album crus et non sunt, non sunt, sed sunt speckles. Speckles non effulgeat. Et sunt optimi mei sunt coruscare, sidera radiant notis meis. Libet meum coruscare, Etiam patrem? Mater coruscare. Non habet, sed cum angelo signum. Marcus angelus cur non? Opus signum Angeli non puto."
(It is being a black boy, with speckles almost like mine on his forehead. But they are not pretty speckles like mine. They are not white and shiny, no, but they are speckles. Speckles, not sparkles. Mine are sparkles and they are the best, my sparkle star-marks. You like my sparkles, yes Father? Mother has sparkles. You don't have any, but you have the angel mark. Why do I not have an angel mark? I don't think I need an angel mark.)

I will not admit that there is a hint of jealousy in my little voice at the end. So I don't have an angel mark. I must have overlooked that fact while I was in the womb. In terms of beauty, the angel mark is...er, not the best. My sister has angel mark speckles, and really it looks like she got her dinner all over herself. Nasty looking. She always looks dirty. However, there is apparently some sort of important other than beauty for these marks, and I don't have them. It is probably better for me though, to be beautiful. Of course. I am reassured of this fact when my Father says I am the loveliest. My flawless white chest puffs out with pride, and I always keep a regal air to me as I continue on.

My attention was brought back to focus on Father though, and I look up with him with my puppy prussian blue eyes. They shine and they sparkle, large and completely heart grabbing. I listen to my Father's explanation about boys, and how they are dirty vile creatures. Apparently though, they do it so girls don't have to. Well? Why the HELL did that boy come after a girl? He didn't get the memo or something. Father continues though, talking about others who want to push ME and Mother and such into the dirt. My head jerks back a bit, twisting with disgust. Wh...Why the hell do others want to push me in the dirt? This was just...insanity. Unsanitary. Unbelievable. Unjustifiable. I shake my head slightly, puffing out with a single paw raising off the ground. Awful. Just awful. My mind is so wrapped around the idea of mean, bad wolves coming here to push me in the dirt, that I almost don't hear all the I love yous and promises Father made. I heard them, I just haven't really...processed it yet. The idea of evil dirt was just...too mind boggling. My mouth begins to quiver a bit, words trying to spill from my lips.I am finally brought back from my...stunned state with my Father's gentle kiss on the cheek. I am still not pleased to hear about these wolves that intentionally push other wolves in the dirt, and I am glad Father wants to take care of them, but still! My FATHER isn't going to be pushed in the dirt!

"Pa ... quod Patrem non esse aequum ius! Non licet ab aliis agi lupos? Qui iustus est ... hoc ... iustus! Quid ... quid vis ad ventilabis me? I .. i .. quid non?"
(Fa...Father that is just, not right! You are not allowed to be pushed by the other wolves! That is just...just...mean! Why...why do they want to push ME? I...I...I didn't do anything!)

I will not lie and say that, just maybe, my sapphire eyes were gaining a bit more shine and luster. I was getting...upset, and often times when I am upset, I cry. I cried when that mean boy pushed me over. It was completely justified to cry, and I think just the idea of mean wolves coming to push everyone over, deserves...crying. There is a lot to cry about in this world really, and I cannot help it. I feel my chest begin to heave with sniffles, but am calmed down a little once again with the voice of my dear Father. The river! Yes! We were going to the river and I was going to do Father's hair! I would much rather think of that instead of mean wolves lurking in the shadows waiting to push me over. I know about them now though, and I will be extra wary when Father is away. My tail begins to wag again, my little form lifting and dancing around in front of him with joy again. I yip at him, energy suddenly rushing through my body at me having the best job ever. I nod quickly, my mouth gently tugging at his leg to get going.

"Ita sane facere capillum patris. Et fecerunt capilli tui discurre festina suscita iustum. Scio in flumine loco optimo pater, tu mihi? Placere? Mundissimae est aqua, quam ego cognosco, et matre reperta loco volui, et secutus est me in melius sperare massa. Inveni eam per me licet! Mater observabant iustus secutus est! Non quidem auxilium, ideo mihi Pater possumus? Ego promitto tibi Pater meus diliget eum!"
(Yes, yes, I will be doing your hair Father. I will make sure your hair is done just right. I know the best spot in the river Father, can I take you there? Please? It is the cleanest of the water, I just know it, Mother and I found it, I wanted to look for the best spot and she followed me around. I found it all by myself though! Mother just followed and watched! She didn't help at all, it was just me! Can we Father? I promise you will love it Father!)

I look up at my Father again, hope in my eyes as I look into his opalescent eyes. Yes, I may be working my irresistibly cute puppy charm, but hey, that is what I do, yes? I am here to be cute and adorable, and I do it best. I also always get my way. I know Father will let me lead, and I will start walking away with my lovely dainty steps the moment he says yes.
~The Jewel Of Diveen~