Pieces of Scraps

Iris quizzically looked at the stranger handing her a flier. Normally if this was any other patron attempting to shove fliers into her hands, Iris would’ve said, ‘no thank-you.’

However, the poor gentleman seemed to be in a nervous wreck, and she knew first-hand how tough it is to work in retail. So she accepted the flier without hesitation. 

ateliaIris was asked to watch the store while her manager went to run a few errands for the day. Iris didn’t mind doing so, but she never knew what sort of questions that she may not have an answer for. At least it had been slow for the most part, as people were starting to plan for the Goddess Festival, and business wouldn’t pick up till the end of summer when school was back in sessions (aside from the few regulars who enjoyed stopping by).

The stuffy air in the store almost made Iris nod off until the door’s bell rang sweetly to alert the bookkeeper that a patron arrived. Iris let out a little yawn before turning herself to greet the customer.

“Hello sir!” Iris cheerily said, “If you need anything at all, please let me know.” This gentlemen nodded at her, displayed in a police uniform. He must be the new officer everyone is muttering about, Iris mused to herself. It had been the first time she had seen him, and last time she ever saw a police officer was when she was a young child.  

The novelist watched him for about a minute. The poor sheriff seemed a little lost, but also seemed too apprehensive to ask for help which amused Iris.

So like any traditional retail laborer, she walked up to her victim customer. “You seem a bit lost,” The blonde introduced with that, “What sort of genre may I help you find today?”

Once upon a time there was a prince who had everything he could ever have. He was smart, kind, and it was foreseen for him to become a great ruler for the kingdom. One day while walking on the king’s hunting grounds, he saw a strange woman with a hood trespassing. The woman asked the prince to not make her leave, for she was in search for a blue flower. The King’s forest soil was rich in magic, so only blue roses may grow there.

The prince asked her only to remove her hood just to confirm that she was not a witch. “If you see my face,” the woman spoke, “You will be turned into a wolf.”

The curiosity overwhelmed to prince, because he would never help a witch. After chasing her the strange woman he forced her hood off, and he laid eyes on the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was so beautiful that he didn’t not notice his could feel his skin growing grey fur, his hands turned into paws and his nails turned into claws.

“I had warned you!” the woman cried out. “I was cursed by a jealous witch, who wanted to steal my face. After failing multiple attempts, she was able to curse me to never marry.” The beautiful woman sobbed. “Now any man I look at is just as cursed is I am. The only cure is to kiss the petals of a blue rose. I was told they can only grow in these woods.”

The Wolf Prince acknowledged what the beautiful woman was saying, though when he attempted a reply to respond, only a bark would erupt from his throat. The woman smiled beautifully at the Wolf Prince. The smile of the woman was a moon beam on a starry night, shining so clearly in the darkness that surrounded them. “If I find the blue rose, you will turn back into your original form, Prince.” The woman explained. “Will you help me?”

The Wolf Prince barked happily, knowing that he could return to his form. In three days, they traveled together, searching all over the woods for the rare blue rose. The Wolf Prince would hunt for food and his fur would keep the woman warm at night.

On the third evening where the full moon bloomed the companions came across a clearing in which a blue rose had settled within a wall of thorns. Upon attempting to cut through, the thorns grew back thicker, and easily sliced through the woman’s skin. Only the Wolf Prince could crawl through the mass of thorns, while his thick fur protected him the thorns’ harshness.

The Wolf Prince was able to make his way to the clearing and plucked the blue rose with his teeth. He retrieved it to the woman, and placed it in her hands. After thanking the Wolf Prince for all of his help, she kissed the blue petals. The prince’s instantly fur shed off and his claws and paws turned into his hands.

Personal Questions

Do you have a nickname? What is it, and where did you get it? -No, Iris is fine.

How do you dress most of the time? -At my best :)

How do you “dress up”? -I suppose make-up and a very nice dress would be a good start.

How do you “dress down”? -Maybe just a long-sleeved shirt and some black jeans.

What do you wear when you go to sleep? -Commando with a long tee-shirt.

Do you wear any jewelry? -A locket and earrings.

In your opinion, what is your best feature? -My brain! :)

Where do you live? Describe it: Is it messy, neat, avant-garde, sparse, etc.? -I suppose it could be more organized.

What one word best describes you? -Creative

What about you is heroic? -I try to stand up to others when they are too afraid to speak out.

What about you is social? What do you like about people? -I try to learn more about humanity and different traits in humans, so I can apply them to my own works. With permission, of course.

Familial Questions

What was your family like? -I don’t remember the dynamic well, but I know we loved each other.

Who was your father, and what was he like? -Quiet, but cunning. He was gentle but I remember him arguing with my mother many times.

Who was your mother, and what was she like? -She adored us, and would always hug and kiss me when ever I cried or hurt. Though, I remember her throwing plates at my father once. I’m not sure why.

What was your parents marriage like? Were they married? Did they remain married? -Abusive, but I didn’t know it at the time. They passed away before Mistel knew about it.

What were your siblings names? What were they like? -Mistel, the most sweetest brother anyone could ask for.

What’s the worst thing one of your siblings ever did to you? What’s the worst thing you’ve done to one of your siblings? -I tried to give him a good life. I don’t think we have slighted each other at all. We try to be a team.

When’s the last time you saw any member of your family? Where are they now? -Mistel during his spring break, though I won’t see him till summer.

Did you ever meet any other family members? Who were they? What did you think of them? -No one else had claimed us after our parents passed.

Childhood Questions

What is your first memory? -My mother throwing plates at my father

What was your favorite toy? -A doll my grandmother had sewn for me.

What was your favorite game? -Go fish.

Any non-family member adults stick out in your mind? Who were they, and how did you know them? Why do they stick out? -Those who volunteered at the orphanage and the police officer who took us there.

Who was your best friend when you were growing up? -Mistel was always there, so him.

What is your fondest, childhood memory? -When my mother and father brought home my brother.

What is your worst childhood memory? - [BLANK]

Adolescent Questions

How old were you when you went on your first date? -22

It is common for one’s view of authority to develop in their adolescent years. What is your view of authority, and what event most affected it? - [BLANK]

What were you like in high school? What “clique” did you best fit in with? - Silent, Dungeons and Dragons nerd type.

What were your high school goals? -Get out of the orphanage. 

Who was your idol when you were growing up? Who did you first fantasize about in your life? -WOnder woman, and I’m not sure how to answer the second one.

What is your favorite memory from adolescence? -[BLANK]