Whoops, I forgot to post yesterday 😅, I’ll get into a routine soon!
I switched POV in this snippet on purpose, since it’s in the past. Backstories are fun! I hope you enjoy it! Comment down below what you think!
Snippet Two
The smell of bacon woke Sierra up. She sat up in her bed inhaling the scent, and looked out the window. The sun was just above the hills, and she could hear the sound of birds singing outside. She grinned, and slipped out from under the blankets, rushing to get ready.
She dashed down the hall, slid down the banister of the stairs, and skidded to a stop in the kitchen. Her mother was just placing a platter of bacon on the table.
“It’s my birthday!” she hollered exuberantly, wrapping her mother in a tight hug. Her mother smiled and hugged her back.
“My my, already? It seems just last year that you turned four,” she said, kneeling down so she was eye to eye with Sierra, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her daughter’s ear.
“What’s this I hear about a birthday?” Sierra squealed, whirling around to see her Father’s form in the doorway. She barreled into him, almost knocking him over. He laughed and swung her into the air. Sierra squealed in delight.
“What do you think, Eric? I think we should eat breakfast before we give her our gift,” Sierra’s eyes widened. She jumped up and down.
“Now! Now! How am I supposed to wait?” she squealed.
“I guess we’d better eat first,” her Father said, “I think I can hear Sierra’s stomach growling,” his eyes twinkled.
Sierra groaned. “Fa-ther, I’m not hungry! I can wait!” her stomach rumbled loudly as if protesting. Her father smiled, pretending he hadn’t heard the loud rumble.
“I suppose… I suppose that just this once we can open presents before breakfast,” Sierra whooped in delight. Her parents shared a smile.
In seconds, they were seated on our couch, Sierra grinned as Mother and Father presented to her a small package.
Sierra anxiously ripped the packaging open and paused as she saw a necklace. It was a simple golden chain. There was a shining orange gem attached.
“It’s an Amber,” Mother said, “It’s for you to keep. Always keep it with you, but never show it to anyone. People would do crazy things to get a necklace like that,”
“I-I don’t understand,” Sierra said. Her mother gently reached out and clasped the necklace around Sierra’s neck. Sierra rubbed her hand over the amber. A carving of a flame was apparent in the light.
“And, we made you this,” Sierra gasped as her mother draped a crimson cloak around her shoulders. Sierra gasped in delight. “This is for you, Sierra, I made it with all of my love.”
Sierra rubbed her fingers over the material. It was soft, yet durable. She hugged it around her, then leaped up and started the dance her father had taught her. He was up in a minute, twirling her around the room. She laughed as he swung her into the air.
When he set her down., her mother cleared her throat.
“Run outside for a minute, Sierra, while your father and I get the finishing touches for your breakfast,” Sierra’s father still smiled, but he seemed almost sad.
“What’s wrong?” Sierra asked, looking at her father with concern.
“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. Go and do as your mother said,” He wrapped her in a big hug, “I love you, Sierra.” Sierra threw her arms around her father, and then her mother. Her mother held her tightly and then pushed her out toward the door. Sierra glanced over at them. As she stepped out of the house, she could have sworn her mother was crying. It’s probably just because I’m getting so old. Mama jokes all the time about how I need to stop getting older. Sierra wondered what to do. Her stomach rumbled. She saw a dark figure near the forest.
What was it?
She knew she should stay near the house.
But she didn’t.
Krafting with Kayleigh 