Lucy Reborn - 83 Do or don't?

Lucy stared at the pudding. I shouldn’t. It would be unreasonable. It’s unhealthy. Lucy licks her lips. I’ll get horribly fat.

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Lucy’s eyes narrow as she watches the cup. As if the pudding would run. Do or…..

Well, sixths never killed anyone, right? Lucy decides, picking up her spoon. Right as she dipped her spoon, the cup disappeared. “Ah, my pudding!” Lucy says, head snapping up to follow its path. “Give it to the Second Miss. She’s hasn’t had any vanilla pudding yet” Papa says, handing her pudding cup to Carlos. He glances at Lucy, with an annoying smirk. “As you couldn’t decide, I did it for you, little thing,” Papa says. Lucy glowers.

Big Sis Lena hesitantly accepts the pudding cup, holding it in mid-air. “But, Royal Father, I don’t enjoy vanilla pudding. I like chocolate” Big Sis Lena sets it on the table. “I ate two puddings. I can’t overfill my stomach or I’ll get ill while dancing” Big Sis Lena says. Papa smiles, ruffling Big Sis Lena’s hair. “Have you mastered the second sequence?” Papa asks gently. Big Sis Lena shakes her head. “No, the Gathering dance is hard” Big Sis Lena pouts. “You can just dance the first sequence if you haven’t learned the second when The Day of the Dance arrives” Papa comforts.

However, Lena gives him a horrified face. “Papa! I’m nearing my Awakening. Only babes dance just the first sequence!” Big Sis Lena says. “No. I have to go practice” She jumps off her chair, and curtsies. “Bye, Royal Father” Lena says, then dashes out of the dining hall. Lucy sips her hot chocolate, then glances at Big Brother Mo.

He was curled up in his chair, his eggs and toast cold upon his plate, while he studied a scroll. “Papa, what is Big Brother doing?” Lucy asks. “He isn’t eating” Lucy frowns. Big Brother always competed with her on how much they could eat. Did he get sick while she was gone? Papa smiles. “Little Mo has been studying the songs and melodies for The Day of the Dance. He wants to play the music for his fiance” Papa explains, his proud smile practically saying, Look at my son, isn’t he adorable?

“Can I go to the festival?” Lucy asks. “Next year. You’ll still too little.” Papa answers. Lucy sighs. I want to see the dances. Although Mommy always danced in their courtyard, with Miss Edith and Selena, she would rather see how the streets looked. Big Sis Rose said that that the cakes, cookies, and sugar sticks are free. Dancers get gifts of silver bangles, silk sashes, and rosewater. Those that dance on the dance stages even got Aura gemstones and potions from alchemists! Plus, Lena’s mom has been sewing Lena’s dress for the entire year. I bet the clothes outside are really pretty. Lucy crosses her arms, scowling at Papa.

Being little is so boring!

I want to go sketch the dancers and clothes! I want to hear the music! I want the festival food!

“Master Gavin will be here tutor you after lunch, little thing. So don’t hide away painting,” Papa warns.