She was born Anidori-Kiladra Talianna Isilee, Crown Princess of Kildenree, and she did not open her eyes for three days.

Ani felt a stirring, a hope, a winged thing waking up in her chest and brushing her heart with it's feathers.

The book smelled dusty and old but also carried a sweet tang, a hint of something inviting. She opened to the first page and started to read, pronouncing the words in a reverent whisper.

You've been quiet lately...but it's not so much the quiet as something inside the quiet.

Wait, I want more green. I hope I did not imply I only wanted your colors. We can't turn a cold shoulder to green, and blue, and purple, for the sake of all ordered things, how can you dismiss purple? Celi, call Nom back and tell him of my need for purple!

There you go...let it all slide out. Unhappiness can't stick in a person's soul when it's slick with tears.

Really, becoming a writer sounds more like a mental illness than a professional choice.