#enye

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Howdy, a brief word: this is a story universe I've been playing around with in my head for a while, so I thought I'd try to take a stab at a little short in that world. If there's any interest in how the universe works, I might write some more of this Mood Ring verse. Anyhoo, love ya. Thanks for reading.

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"Vehicle speed has been capped at 35 miles per hour, while your Mood Ring shows 'blue'! At Allianted, we insure you" the spritely computer voice chirped.

"FUCK!" Tilde slammed her palm into the steering wheel. She took her eyes off the road for a split second to glare at her Mood Ring: swirling between a bright blue and a deep purple. With a growl, she raised her hand to her mouth, grabbed the ring between teeth, and yanked it off.

Enye turned her head.

"Wait, no! It'll--"

"Vehicle has lost connection with Mood Ring. Caution! This vehicle is not insured without Mood Ring interface!"

"FUCK!" Tilde scrambled blindly with her right hand to find where she had spat out the ring on the floor. She had to make a quick swerve to avoid mounting a curb. "Don't worry, Enny, we don't need it right now. We need to get you and the baby to the hospital and then... and then..."

Enye pitched forward against her seatbelt with another contraction. She grit her teeth and half-spoke, half-howled:

"The HELL we don't need insurance right now--AUGH, Jeeeeeeeeezus!"

"Okay, okay! I've got it--" "Watch the--grrrr--the road!"

Tilde slipped the ring onto her finger, just in time to feel it buzz: three short, one long. Her phone lit up with the notification, probably telling her she had .14% levied from her for showing a blue Mood Ring during peak driving hours or some shit.

"Vehicle/Mood Ring connection restored. Vehicle speed has been capped at 35 miles per hours, while your ring shows 'blue'! At Allianted, we insure you"

"You breathing, Enny, you good?" She was trying to force her heart rate down, force the anger out of her system, but every time she glanced back at her Ring, it still showed blue.

"I'm breathing, I am not good. OOOOFFFUCK! Questions later, drive now." Tilde reached out, took Enye's hand in hers. Her palms were sweaty and her brow was sweaty and she was in terrible pain and she was the most wonderful person Tilde had ever met. She was the Taurids, and Tilde was so scared for her. For the baby.

She looked at her mood ring: solid purple. She squeezed Enye's hand and her wife squeezed back hard. Tilde pushed the pedal: 33...34...35...36...37....

"Yes, yes! Okay Enny, here we go baby."

Top Photo:  Young Enye

Bottom Photo:  Adult Enye

Full Name:  Enye

Nickname(s):  Enia, Enna

Age:  15 years old

Pronunciation:  Ehn-yee

Meaning, if any:  Grace

Romantic Status:  N/A

Significant Other (SO):  N/A  

Age of SO:  N/A

Hair Length/Colour:  Long dark brown hair

SO:  N/A

Eye Colour:  Amber  

SO:  N/A

Height:  4′9″

SO:  N/A

Race:  Dwarf

Job, if any:  None

Titles, if any:  N/A

Children, if any:  N/A

Siblings, if any:  None

Parents:  Dwalin & Asgre

Birthplace:  Erebor