The Fox PrincessIt was a cold night, and Amethyst was upstairs in her room getting ready for bed. She walked to the window and wiped away the moisture with her hand. Outside, it snowed and seemed peaceful. Amethyst walked back to her desk and picked up her brush. She looked at her hair, which had turned light blue. She wrapped her fingers around sections and released them to see darker blue parts. Smiling, Amethyst set to work brushing it. Her mother knocked on the door and entered the room to see that Amethyst had finished, placing her brush on the nightstand. She then jumped on the bed and asked her mother to read her a story.
“Which story would you like me to read?” Melanie asked.
“Anything.”
“Very well.” She selected a book from the bookcase and sat on the bed as she turned the page
