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D1C6 - White

Very slowly, I open my eyes, frowning slightly as I try to avoid the suns glare. I wince and being crying again as I feel a bit of pain near my navel. Being a baby, I am still unable to move my head around but I am sure that what just happened was my umbilical cord being cut.

My lower half was then wrapped up with the remaining half of the blanket. Vaguely I could feel something between my butt and the blanket but I dismissed the thought for the moment, being born had left me a bit tired. All that wailing didn’t help any too.

All I could see at the moment was a yellowish ceiling as I was lying on my back on some very comfy blankets. Whilst my vision was limited my hearing worked fine. I heard someone rush out the room and exclaims something excitedly.

“&%$ # &^*#!!!!” A middle aged woman exclaimed. Of course, I wasn’t sure if she was middle aged or not but that was what her voice sounded like.

A slew of voices ensued after she made the proclamation. I could hear mix of several male and female voices, whilst I didn’t understand anything, I could tell they were excited and happy. In turn that made me happy as well.

“$%^$&”

“*#$&* (&%*&*$ $(*&*#”

“#&*$&*$% (*(@(*#$&*(“

“(#*($^ )()$& ^^%%$ *&*”

This was just a guess but I bet the middle age woman was saying “It’s a girl!!!”. I mean, there are only so many one-liners you can say to elicit such a reaction. The rest of the voices were probably my relatives and siblings, that is, if I had any siblings. All the excitement was tiring me out and my eyes slowly closed. I felt someone, probably the midwife, lift me up and pass me into a pair of soft arms.

The person who had these arms began cooing and making soft noises. If I were not a baby, I would have found it funny, but as it were, it felt incredibly soothing. I could feel something being pressed into my mouth. My baby’s instinct overcame the embarrassment of knowing what it was and I began suckling on it, warm liquid filled my tummy and I fell asleep once more.

A birds chirping woke me and I opened my eyes. I was laying at an elevated angle so instead of looking at the ceiling, I was able to make out a mass of pure arctic white hair laying to the right of me. To the left was a blue sky filled with ever changing white clouds. It seems like some things would never change.

My vision was extraordinary. This was RealityEngine 2.0. Hmph! 1080p? Try 20/20vsn, the newest generation of graphics. Ahhh~ the future was truly bright. I chuckled, but what came out was not “Hahaha” instead it came out as ”GooGooGaa”. My “laughter” must have woken the person next to me because I could see the mass of arctic white hair shift this way and that.

Once mass of white hair sat up, she immediately grabbed me and settled me into her soft arms once again making soft noises. She brushed her messy hair away and I finally saw the face of this mysterious woman. She wasn’t mysterious for much longer, looking into her silver eyes and seeing the love that dwelled within, I could immediately tell that this person was my mother.

After realising this fact, I felt incredibly safe and sound, as if nothing would ever be able to get at me. I giggled as I wriggled, trying to get deeper into her arms. Looking at my antics, my mom smiled.

She was extremely cute, almost reminiscent of Fortuna, almost everything I could see of her was white, her skin was ivory white, her eyes silvery and her hair was like soft snow. Only her lips were cherry red. She had an oval face with very soft and young features, my guess put her in her early twenties. Looking at my mom’s beauty had left me speechless.

In fact, I was so caught up in admiring her that I almost missed a few details. I could see that her canines were slightly longer than normal and that she had… fox ears?

Huh?

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Okay, deep breath girl, deeeep breath., no need to be shocked by this, you’ve already met a god. I came to my senses relatively quickly considering the fact that I had just realised that my mom was half human half… animal?

She had fox ears and slightly longer canines, probably a tail too, her being so extremely white led me to the conclusion that her animal half was probably based on the arctic fox or some kind of fox with albinism. So this was what “Mother’s Heritage” meant. So that was the reason why I couldn’t feel the blanket on my butt, it was probably because of my extra appendage, a tail.

Whatever. My mom or my being half animal didn’t change a thing, I saw the love in her eyes and in turn I could feel myself loving her. That was all that mattered. For snagging such a amazing woman for my mom, I must say, terrific job dad! You make me proud. I giggled once more as my mom rocked me back and forth in her arms. I saw turn and speak softly to someone. Whoever it was left the room we were in, their soft footsteps fading away.

Not long after, I could hear some extremely loud and obnoxious footsteps approaching, I decided I didn’t like this person, whoever they were. Nobody disturbs my comfy time with mummy. Hmph! As it got closer and closer, I grew more and more nervous. As the door creaked open, I just couldn’t take it and I started wailing. The moment I did, I could see my mother shoot whoever it was a stern gaze. Hahaha, the footsteps immediately became less obnoxious sounding and I turned down the crying. My mom smiled as I lowered the volume, hehehe! I was feeling really blissful.

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All of a sudden, my mother's beautiful face was replaced by the face of a really photogenic man. And when I said photogenic, I meant supermodel kind hot. He too, was also in his early twenties, he had jet black hair with electric blue eyes. He had an oblong face that had two faint eye bags.

I bet this person had really worried for my mother, all of a sudden, I felt that this person wasn’t so bad after all. Lifting me from my mothers arms, he hugged me. As I left his embrace, he looked me in the eyes and I could see my own image reflected in his eyes.

Damn was I ugly, ok maybe that was just my self-image complex acting up, but I really was chubby. I hope I am able to lose all my baby fat when I grow up. It would suck to be called chub-face. I could also see that my eyes were silvery like my mothers, my skin was also like hers, all ivory and smooth. My hair, however, was what led me to believe that the person before me was my dad, instead of my mothers arctic white, it was jet black.

Upon this realisation, I could feel the previously negative feelings I had for him drain away. To be replaced by love. I mean, since I’m now a girl, if I have to love a guy, it may as well be my dad. No heartbreaks there. Hah! Genius plan so says moi.

Not too shabby if I say so myself, I had the whole raven-hair, ivory skin trope going on. All I need was some ruby red lipstick and you may as well call me Snow White. Well, in all fairness, I did roll a five for beauty. It stands to reason that if I am to be beautiful, then my parent would have to be beautiful themselves. Scien-Errr. Genetics, Bitch!

I still couldn’t turn my head around so I was unable to see what my “Wing-Shaped Birthmark” looked like. Oh well, at least it was wing shaped and not some weird shape like the illuminati triangle or whatnot. Honestly, I wasn’t sure who I was prouder of, my mom, for getting such a great deal like dad, or dad for getting such a great catch like mom. With their looks, I bet my mother had her very own fan club and my father his very own harem. Props to them for defeating their respective hordes. Respect!

After my Dad stopped playing peekaboo with me (What can I say?It’s fun), he and mom exchanged a few words and my dad left the room. This time, instead of thinking his footsteps obnoxious, I felt like he was someone of great importance. Which to be fair, he probably was.

While I may be reduced to a infantish form with an immobile head, my powers of observation are still top class. My mom had long since moved us to her bedchambers instead of the birthing chamber in which I first met the world.

While she was rocking me about, I was able to get glimpses of the room we were in. The bed was luxurious, with large pillows, soft quilts and from what I could tell, feather mattresses. It was one of those four poster beds with silk curtains. Mounted on the walls were stones that seem to be eternally on fire. For lack of better term, I simply called them fire-stones. That was the first indication that this world was truly different from mine. In mine, instead of the these wall mounted fire-stones, there would’ve been candlesticks.

No torches because unlike what some people believe, torches were never used inside castles, homes or within closed spaces like caves. Medieval people may have lacked technology but they weren’t stupid, once a person died from carbon monoxide poisoning due to the torches burning up the oxygen, they would’ve learnt not to use torches in enclosed spaces.

Thinking about this also made me wonder how the fire-stones actually worked, as far as I could tell, they were burning, that is, they had a open flame. But if they were put here, especially within a bedchamber, it implied that they were safe. Maybe the flame was just a trick of the eye? I could not get close so I couldn’t feel the heat. I put the confirmation of my theory into my already growing to-do-list.

Continuing on with my observation, I could also see that the opposing of the bed had a bookshelf filled to the brim. This indicated that my family was at the very least, not lacking in money. Without the printing press, books would have to been transcribed by hand making them expensive due to the effort involved. With magic however, this might not hold true. Either way it didn’t matter, because I could see that these books were very ornate, with gold stenciling on the spines. Which only screamed wealth.

The room had no such thing as a bare wall as most of the stone walls were draped with elegant tapestries depicting all manners of things.The floor too was covered in soft carpets, I was itching to grow up and crawl in them, they just looked so soft. To my left was an open balcony, we were high enough that all I could see outside the balcony from the bed was a blue sky.

Looking at the sky combined with my moms gentle rocking caused me to daydream about floating in the clouds. Whether it was a daydream or not didn’t matter, I felt I was lying on something soft all the same and for the nth time, I go to sleep.