My eyes rest upon Father as he pulls me in. I hear his words and how he asks me for the name of the boy who dared to push me. I am rather glad to hear that my Father is going to take care of the situation, even though I had taken care of it myself to some extent. Really, I was just trying to get the boy to stop trying to touch me by getting him clean. I can distract him with my pretty face and splashing him with water. As long as it is clean water, and I know clean water. But, it seems that I am not completely aware of the consequences of me being pushed. Apparently, I did not punish the boy enough for him touching me and getting me dirty. Father makes it seem like he needs a talking to, and I do not see why not. Father has things to say, and he should very well say it. Father also speaks of the Angel marks, and how grandfather has none. Ha! I knew it! I was more special than my sister. That is all I really wanted to hear. My chest puffs out again as I sit prim and pretty, eyes closed as I am sure of myself in this moment. Yes, I am perfect and beautiful and better than the rest. I mean...I knew it all along, but it is nice to hear others say it, even if it is from my Father. I then decide that I shall reveal the name of the dirty boy who touched me, for Father wishes it.

(Father, his name is Israfel. He is a most dirty boy. He is black and he knows not of the dirt on him. I am sure his parents never taught him about staying clean. I think he rolls around in the dirt for fun. Yes, he is most dirty and I had to teach him how to be clean. That isn't my job, is it? That is a parent's job. He doesn't have very good parents. And I agree, I do not need an Angel Mark. I do not see how I would look better with one, I am thinking I look best without, for I think I look most beautiful as I am.)

I look up at Father when he is grinning at me. He is really a most handsome male, my Father, and I am glad that I get to rest my eyes on something good looking. I have seen the ugly wolf that lingers around here, missing an eye and an ear. He is most...hideous and terrible looking, and I know that Father talks to him. Why on EARTH father would talk to that ugly black wolf is beyond me. I will laugh at whatever child has to look up him instead of someone most worthy like my Father. As I look up, I even notice that his hackles are...raised a bit, and then they fall. I wonder why he raised them, oh well.

However, things take a bit of a different turn when he keeps talking about wolves coming to push me. I am honestly shocked and appalled at this new information. That wolves come to intentionally push ME. Does this mean Israfel is one of these wolves? My nose wrinkles as my young mind tries to take in these new facts of life. Of course, I did get a little worked up over it. Who wouldn't? It is a terrible, terrible thing.

(So, you are going to go get all the Israfels and tell them that they should not push wolves in the dirt? Okay Father, I trust you.)

MY words are slightly sniffly, and soon I find that my cheek is being touched by Father as he wipes away my tears. I try to hold my face strong as he does so, and tells me not to cry and that he will keep them away. I simply nod before more important things come into focus. I must do Father's hair.

My growing limbs of silver and sparkles carry me towards the river, and eventually my Father lifts me and my now wagging tail down towards the river bank, placing me close to him. I lift my head to look at him before looking back out across the river bank, my little mind ticking away at where to go as he speaks about Mother. Yes, Mother does know a lot of things, and Mother is good at hair, but she isn't as good. He mentions Starfall and my nose wrinkles as my paws carry me along the river bank. Starfall is terrible with hair. Horrid, really, a thing to be ashamed of, but I know with him, it is because he is...stubborn. Mother and Father have both tried to get him to do his hair properly and he refuses and doesn't care. Something I simply will never understand. My blue eyes, so brilliant and bold, search as my nose falls to the ground. I am on high alert as I search for this spot that I remember. I know it is close by. My little, girly form moves with great confidence, the sun glistening down upon it. I sparkle with my sparkles. I hear the sound of the river, the wonderful sound of clear and clean water. It is the best of sounds, I think.

(Father, Starfall is stubborn and refuses to learn about hair. I have tried to teach him, I have! But he just goes on and on about things that are strange. Why is Starfall so strange, Father? Mother says Starfall is like her own Mother, and she also says that Starfall is named after her friend, Starshade is it? She said she died when a star fell on Moladion. Did a star really fall on Moladion? That seems a bit silly. I have never seen a star fall before. Was I named after anything Father? Oh, here it is!)

My eyes grow with excitement as I come upon the area that I deem the best. It is a shallow area, where the water runs slowly, but in a clean manner. There are many stones that line the bottom and around, and I feel that filters out all the bad stuff that no one likes. I race over, splashing my silver paws into it with joy before turning to my Father. My fur has that extra special sparkle to it, the sparkle when a slight bit of water clings to the fur like pearls. A large smile is on my face as I stare up, my head motioning for him to come and inspect this wonderful, beautiful spot that I picked out, with a nice big stone to lay on in the sun afterwards. Yes, I gaze up at my Father and seek his approval of this spot which I chose myself. I know he will be most pleased.
~The Jewel Of Diveen~