Day one -
I was born. It was sticky, icky and my father looks like a china doll. I thought he was my mother at first, until I noticed the lack of certain assets. Then there was the fact that he gave me to a woman with a swollen, sweaty face that seemed red as a tomatoe, with dark rings under her eyes and hair that looked stringy from sweat. Anyone who says mothers who just gave birth always look radiant and gently take their children into their arms is a liar. Mine petted me once before she slumped back into the icky covers and fainted. I, fortunately, did not remember a thing but it must have been a very long and difficult birth.
Either way, my father mishandled me a bit until another young woman took me from him and held my head in a way that did not make it feel as if it were about to fall off. Then I must have drifted off because the next thing I remember was a bottle in front of me and something squishy in my mouth. When my mouth did its own thing and sucked something incredibly delicious came out so I did my best to get as much of it as possible.
In my past life I had not been blessed with all that much food I could be certain wasn't poisoned, but the simple clothing indicated that there would be no such problems this time. Before I got the bottle empty by belly was full though and I stopped. As my eyes followed the person who had just set me down in a crib my eyes found the face of another little girl...and another in the arms of my father. At least I thought they were girls....was I a girl? I certainly hoped so. If I wasn't my magic would have been a complete failure. Well, at least the other two had the black hair and silver gray eyes of my father. Triplets. Just great.
Day two -
I am not a nice girl. And my sisters - yes, we have been washed in a basin and now I know we were sisters - are freaking annoying, always crying at random times. They're a menace. Life as a baby was not easy though. I tried moving, but that did not work too well. Training magic as a baby is suicidal and besides, my kind of training is so completely different from what children can understand it really isn't necessary. Only master stage mages are capable of understanding even if in theory anyone could do it and become a master within days. unfortunately without intimate knowledge of what to do...anyway, it's a circle and childhood training or talent become irrevelant at that point. So, eating, sleeping, listening to not-mother sing and...urgh...you know what babies do...was my life that day.
And the next. And the next. And the next....
Day 32 -
I am moving!
Well, kind of robbing and rolling around in that baby prison they built. But there is a soft cover over the floor and no chance of hurting myself, thus, out of boredom, I have been rolling and kind of very slowly and clumsily robbing about.
One of my sisters is trying to do the same while the other one is kind of the runt. She's weaker than us and always sleeping.
Anyway, I am kind of moving a little bit. Great.
Day 50 -
Nearly two months old and the not-mother has set us down on the carpet in some kind of play room. Speaking of, I have no idea what has happened to the man I assumed to be our father. Mother either hasn't come by or I don't recognize her when she does, too. It's kind of puzzling. She doesn't seem to be dead though, I think, otherwise there would have at least been some teary eyed people running about staring at us.
The baby prison has become hell so I feel happy to kinf of rob around looking at furniture. My sisters are getting pretty active that way, too, though they are more interested in colorful and shiny toys. The runt is still a runt and the chubbier and bigger one has been growing well. And it is boring as hell.
Day 170 -
Crawling, crawling, crawling and saying words I'm not supposed to know while smiling brightly. Mother and grandma, who was the young not-mother it turned out, were always around keeping us in check and trying to find out who was teaching us curse words, without much success. Obviously. I was teaching them to my sisters. But since babies obviously couldn't do something like that they were going on a real ghost hunt. Yes, it is childish. But so what? I've been shut into a room with baby toys and I am so incredibly bored...
By the way, I always played catch the ball with my sister, rolling around, teaching her all kinds of things, hide and seek and we chased each other. The runt usually sat around and was feeble. Mother always had her in her lap. Since the littlest one didn't seem to have much appetite and wasn't growing as quickly she couldn't keep up with our games and was generally boring, so I ignored her. I was already kind enough to amuse one sister, no need to bother with another.
Anyway, when we were physically tired I trained my baby brain by doing calculations, math problems and such. Knowing something and getting your brain to go along were two very different things, after all. A child's brain, if it was very active, did influence the intelligence one would possess as an adult, after all.
Age 1 - Day 1
It was our birthday and I finally knew why my parents had disappeared those first few weeks. Apparently the birth had been difficult, as I had assumed and then mother was not well so she and father went on a bit of a get-well vacation in a town with healing springs and lots of medical and wellness facilities. It was apparently a popular place to go since during our birthday celebration my parents and the approximately ten thousand relatives that came talked about it at length while we got the usual bottle, a mountain of dolls and then were manhandled by everybody.
The runt started crying, for which I was thankful just then, since we were then returned to our baby room with a bunch of new toys. Heh. Though she was tiny and skinny and whiny, sometimes she could be useful.
Oh and, yes - our windows finally popped open. ((Author: no levels, sorry! I used the princess maker stats thing as a basis)) Nobody would care until we started going to school, especially since babies had only limited displays, but I still wanted to see my and my sister's windows.
The older one was the more statistics the windows showed. For example, an adult person got their measurements, but young children only had a height/weight balance between 0 and 100 for too skinny(0-33)-normal (34-66)-too fat (67-100).
Anyway, my window showed:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 793
Charm: 7
Temper: prickly
Health: very good
Height/Weight ratio: 61
...
61???
I was almost fat! All right, diet to avoid becoming a chubby girl was going to start right now!
But first, after much coaxing, I got my sisters to say show status.
The runt had this window open for me to see:
Physical Strength: 1
Intelligence: 2
Charm: 9
Temper: impressionable
Health: slightly bad
Height/Weight ratio: 32
Yes, well...kind of what I expected. She was always hanging around on mother's lap. And at our age a strength difference of 2 points was huge!
The chubbier one looked like this:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 4
Charm: 6
Temper: playful
Health: very good
Height/Weight ratio: 62
Ha! She was fatter than me! Still, better start that diet quick...
I could kind of stumble if not outright walk yet, so I'd have to do my best! Project Avoid growing up chubby...start!
Year 3 - Day 42
Me, Lily and the runt were running around the garden above our cave...house...hole in the ground? Hidden base? Well, just leave it with home...anyway, under grany's supervision we were running around. Runt, as usual, got tired after about two minutes and sat down crying. She was still tiny and skinny and weak. So when she complained why we could do it when she couldn't I told her that she needed to eat lots and lots to grow taller and become strong. Obviously. It did bother me a bit that my planned diet did not happen because, well, I was a small child and I somehow doubted that the broccoli diet would be such a good idea for my growth and health. My ratio still got a bit better because me and Lily have been exercising, aka playing hard and even started getting dancing lessons. The dancing teacher judged the runt to be too frail for her tort...uh, lessons and thus it was only me and Lily there.
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The first few weeks my feet really hurt, a lot, while my legs and back and stomach and arms and...everything kind of burned, but for the sake of not getting fat at a young age I was willing to endure. It got me and Lily the Flexibility stat that grew very fast at our age. We also got Coordination stat and our second Art skill, dancing. First was obviously drawing. Surprisingly all that dancing and then showing off to our relatives got our charm to rise, as well. Since I had never done anything like it in my past life and won't pretend to be old and wise...yeah, there are things I have no clue about. With the way I was last time I had no chance of getting guys with my charm, sex appeal or charisma anyway so why bother?
Physical Strength: 6
Flexibility: 53
Coordination: 27
Intelligence: 831
Charm: 18
Temper: prickly
Health: excellent
Height/Weight ratio: 54
Skills:
-Arts:
Drawing: 2/10 (Beginner)
Dancing: 7/10 (Beginner)
Not bad for a 3 year old, right?
Lily's looked similar, except for the intelligence. The only problem was...she was thinner than me! And I had no idea why! It was infuriating!
Year 5- Day 28
I should not have told Runt to eat so much. Somehow she seems to have the wrong impression and when I try to suggest she stop she tells me that I just don't want her to be as strong as me and Lily, but...frankly that girl is getting way too chubby! And a glutton.
I mean, point one: she always eats everything on her plate and then takes seconds, if not thirds
point two: she always has dessert, no matter how much she had before
point three: she always begs for sweets (and people give them to her because kids are rare and nobody had all that many opportunities to spoil them)
point four: she sneaks snacks from the kitchen
point five: she stole mine and Lily's hidden stash of birthday sweets three weeks ago
point six: Lily and me always switch clothing, but the runt has her own cupboard, originally because she was smaller, but now - though she still isn't as tall as us - she can't fit into ours because she's too chubby. She won't admit it and won't put on one of ours to prove it, but I got one of her dresses once by mistake and it was too wide.
She still thinks she's weaker and smaller because she isn't eating enough though...
Anyway, I found out that our kind grows slowly and we only start school at ten. So I begged our parents for more lessons because, while dancing is quite fun, it only fills two hours in the evening. Since I have no interest in poetry, fighting is not considered appropriate for girls, we're too young for magic and reading and writing will be taught at school so we're getting singing, acting, botany and accurate if simplified history in form of stories instead of bedtime fairytale stories. Well, and I got that scholar next door to teach me dialectic and the art of conversation. In case you haven't noticed, our parents or family don't have to pay for that. Teaching kids is apparently an honor and a joy (granny's words) for all the adults. In other words, mother just asks around and somebody volunteers to help teach us! Me and Lily tried to get our father to teach us mountain climbing, but he said it was too dangerous for two little girls.
Year 7- Day 89
Haaah~ I want a breaaak!
All those lessons sounded like a good idea, but now that we are at an age when we could go out exploring we're stuck with a boatload of lessons. I want to switch with the runt...She only has embroidery, drawing and singing lessons. Well, and at night she also listens to history. But she has so much free time!
But, being mentally older I must not give in to childish impulses! Endure...in my past life all I cared about was magic, well, that and economics because it was very important to be good at math and know about trade routes. Bargaining and such were left to subordinates, of course. But this time I somehow started learning all kinds of things and it is interesting and fun, but...haaah~
Anyway, my stats are like this:
Titles:
Child Genius
Contortion Artist
Stats:
Physical Strength: 19
Muscle Quality: 31
Muscle Density: 2
Flexibility: 108
Coordination: 74
Intelligence: 1294
Charm: 45
Wit: 98
Temper: exhausted
Health: excellent
Height/Weight ratio: 40
Skills:
-Arts:
Drawing: 2/10 (Beginner)
Dancing: 6/10 (Intermediate)
Singing: 9/10 (beginner)
Acting: 2/10 (intermediate)
-Intellect:
Botany: 8/10 (intermediate)
Dialectic: 9/10 (intermediate)
History: 1/10 (intermediate)
Math: 10/10 (grand master)
Buut the bright point! Did you notice?
I - am - thin! Yes! I have officially left the too chubby toddler time behind me!
Lily is a bit frustrated because she can't keep up at all when it comes to intelligence, though she really is a bright girl. My Intelligence is just not fair. I mean, I got points from my previous life and leveling skills, especially math, added a lot more. I basically got all those intelligence buffs for math twice! It made studying very easy, so the intellectual skills that usually take decades to get to a solid 5 in intermediate level...which is enough to get into an institute for higher learning...have been pretty easy for me. I do my best to help out, but it really isn't very fair towards her.
Lily's stats look like this:
Physical Strength: 20
Muscle Quality: 32
Muscle Density: 2
Flexibility: 99
Coordination: 76
Intelligence: 32
Charm: 48
Temper: exhausted
Health: excellent
Height/Weight ratio: 43
Skills:
-Arts:
Drawing: 4/10 (Beginner)
Dancing: 6/10 (Intermediate)
Singing: 10/10 (beginner)
Acting: 9/10 (beginner)
-Intellect:
Botany: 4/10 (beginner)
History: 5/10 (beginner)
Math: 3/10 (beginner)
Aside from my brains we're really pretty similar...while the runt is going in a very different direction. I got her to show us her stats on our birthday.
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 9
Charm: 12
Temper: proud
Health: good
Height/Weight ratio: 89
Skills:
-Arts:
Drawing: 7/10 (Beginner)
Dancing: 1/10 (beginner)
Singing: 7/10 (beginner)
Embroidery: 6/10 (beginner)
-Intellect:
History: 2/10 (beginner)
Well, what can I say? She is apparently halfway talented as a singer and she can draw, but when it comes to art real, top class painters and singers usually have something in the high intermediate range at our age.
Year 9 - Day 96 -
I was wrong, apparently. Turns out a child is only really too skinny or fat if the ratio goes either above 100 or below zero, while everything in between is still all right. We found out about that tidbit when the runt once again couldn't fit into her dresses and mother demanded to see her window.. I mean, yes, she kind of looks like a real butterball and is always sneaking sweets so it was no secret that she's too fat, but apparently mother decided it's too much now. So the Runt is going on a diet. At first she wanted to force her to go to our dancing classes with us, but the runt was begging her in tears not to embarrass her in front us, her sisters, so she's just going on a diet. Personally I think she's just too lazy to do it. Because, frankly, someone with a strength of 7 which is lower than when she was younger and a weight ratio of 121 is pretty damn lazy.
Anyway, I have been working hard on mastering lots of things and now our dear teachers have nothing more to teach me about botany or dialectic. Plus I don't really want to sing anymore and quit those lessons, too. WIth that I now have...free time! Without Lily because she's still diligently studying, so I won't have to look out for her either. Now the only problem is...what should I do?