The Elf King~
Avalee Buchanan
Dundarien, Aleron
Ruadmoon, 4413
Ava perched on the edge of her bed, squirming with the impatience of a hound on a leash. Her mother tugged another rebellious lock of hair tight.
“Ow, Mama. Isn’t that good enough?”
“Crybaby,” said Rory.
He was sitting on the floor, flipping through the stack of drawings. He stopped to admire the newest one through his shaggy hair. The ends took a notion to curl around his neck when it got long, a state Aunt Isobel seldom allowed. It was downright unfair. Rory could get his hair cropped above his shoulders, even shorter if he wanted, but Ava had to let hers grow and grow. There was naught sensible about hair so long it dangled to her bottom.
She huffed again at the indignity of being braided, only mildly appeased to see
