After the second time she found her child outside, staring at nothing, Evelyn tried her best to keep an outlook on the girl, but to her greatest displeasure, Chantia constantly tried to give her the slip. The moment Evelyn turned her attention away, Chantia made a beeline for the door.
Eventually Evelyn just gave up and made sure to lock the doors, unwilling to let her child roam around outside in the cold. Unfortunately, she still had to work, so she couldn’t constantly keep an eye on the wandering little girl. She warned the babysitter to lock the doors, but one time the teen forgot, allowing the little girl to slip outside while the babysitter was busy with her sister.
It was a couple of minutes after she slipped away from the babysitter when Chantia finally saw the strange moving thing she had seen in the kitchen again. She stared at it, her eyes wide with fascination. The golden figure hummed a soft song as her fingers flitted across the leaves of the plant she was caressing.
Cautiously, but curiously, Chantia approached the figure. The figure ignored her completely, continuing to hum softly. Chantia was enraptured with the beautiful melody that filled the air around the golden girl. Somehow, the song sounded almost familiar.The song suddenly stopped. The golden figure glanced at Chantia before standing up, her colourless eyes fixed upon the little toddler girl.
“Who are you? Are you looking at me?” Her voice was soft and lyrical, again reminding Chantia of the song the figure had hummed. Her voice was silver notes and a gentle autumn breeze, folding around Chantia and disappearing into the wind and never-ending snow. Her voice was even prettier than Chantia’s mother’s.Wordlessly, Chantia nodded, unable to tear her gaze away from the golden girl. The apparition smiled slightly before she approached the toddler, coming to a stop right in front of the girl.
“Ah! So you can see me! It’s been many, many years since I’ve been seen by the living,” the translucent girl stated and crouched down slightly. “What is your name, beautiful little girl?”Chantia closed her mouth and dipped her head slightly, staring shyly at the figure in front of her. “Chantia,” she offered shyly, a small smile appearing on her face. The golden girl smiled brightly before she laid her hand on her chest.
“It’s very nice to meet you, Chantia. I am Charlotte. Charlotte Ainsworth,” she introduced. “It’s been a very long time since I’ve spoken to someone like you.”
“Why?” Chantia asked curiously, cocking her head slightly to the side. Charlotte looked at Chantia with a small, sad smile on her face, her colourless eyes soft and gentle.“You’re a very special little girl, Chantia,” the translucent girl replied. “If you can see me, it means you’ve been exposed to the Song when you were at your most vulnerable,” she stated with a slight smile on her face. “But you are still too young to understand what it means. One day, when you are a bit older, you will be able to understand my explanation. On that day, I will appear in front of you again,” the long-forgotten girl promised. Chantia said nothing, merely blinking up at the golden girl in confusion.
With another sad smile, the apparition faded, drifting away into the wind and the snow. Chantia remained standing, staring into the swirling snow until the frantic babysitter found her and took her inside.From then on, Chantia never managed to slip outside again. Both the babysitter and her mother firmly locked the doors and Chantia was forced to remain inside, where she had to remain in the company of her attention-stealing sister.
Mia looked at the book lying behind Chantia, her eyes lighting up with interest. Chantia glared at Mia and angrily jerked the book away from the younger girl.“Mine!” Chantia declared, glaring at Mia and daring her to protest. Mia’s bottom lip trembled slightly before she burst into tears. Chantia smiled at the sight, happy with her success.
“Chantia! Be nice to your sister!” Evelyn scolded the toddler and picked her up, separating the girl from Mia. Chantia continued to glare angrily at her sister until her mother distracted her with The Claw.
Mia immediately took the chance to pull the now-forgotten book towards her, eagerly leafing through the pages.
However, it was only a temporary distraction. No matter what she did, Evelyn just couldn’t get Chantia to be nice to her adopted little sister. She always seemed to glare at or fight with her sister.
Especially when Mia wanted to look at a book. The books were Chantia’s!
Evelyn bought more toys for the girls, hoping that Chantia would stop picking on her sister if she had enough toys to keep her busy and her attention away from Mia. Unfortunately, even that didn’t seem to work, as Chantia routinely tried to chase Mia away by hitting her with a doll.
Finally, Evelyn couldn’t take it anymore. She simply didn’t understand why her daughter had started to become so mean towards Mia. In tears, she called one of her friends, Xernand Kernar, who had two toddler girls of his own and might be able to offer her advice.
Xernand listened patiently to her while she lamented about her problems with Chantia, waiting until she finished before he offered her advice.“Are you spending less time with her than you did previously?” Xernand asked her. Evelyn blinked in surprise and paused, trying to remember if she was spending less time with Chantia.
“It is possible,” she eventually stated, looking at the two girls playing with their different toys. Chantia had recently finished reading all of the books Evelyn had bought the little girl and was happily playing with her xylophone, while Mia was eagerly paging through the said books. Ever since Mia had aged into a toddler, Evelyn had spent quite a lot of time with Mia to teach her her essential life skills.“It might be that Chantia thinks you’re ignoring her in favour of Mia,” Xernand suggested. “Make sure you spend as much time with Chantia as with Mia.”
Evelyn pondered his advice for a moment before agreeing that he might have a point.From then on, she tried her best to spend more time with Chantia, even though her time was still very limited.
Since Chantia was still a very young girl with the walking skills of a toddler, it wasn’t unusual for her to fall when she tried to move faster than her little legs could carry her. Whenever that happened, Evelyn was quick to comfort the girl, wiping away her tears.To Evelyn’s greatest relief, Mia didn’t appear to have any problems whenever Evelyn gave Chantia extra attention. She was quite happy to play on her own, often getting lost in her own thoughts.
Unfortunately, Evelyn couldn’t spend all her time on Chantia, as little Mia still had to learn some vital skills, like walking.
Still, to Evelyn’s relief, the advice Xernand had given her seemed to work. Chantia soon calmed down and eventually consented to sharing the dollhouse with Mia, instead of chasing the little girl away. She was still not entirely happy with sharing, but at least she started to allow the younger girl to play with her. Evelyn still wished the girls would get along better, but at least it was a start.
Chantia finally finished reading all of the required toddler books, so she’s finally done with the toddler part of the Perfect Children requirement. Mia has learned her three essential skills, as well as the xylophone and the peg box, so now she’s busy with the books. Because Chantia is done with her requirement, I generally leave her alone, so the only thing she does the entire day is explore the house. Or outside, which apparently she prefers, so I actually did have to lock all the doors leading to the outside to keep her inside.
About Charlotte, the ghost: in my mind/game, I play the Mummy’s Curse ghost as a ‘Death by Disease’ ghost. So Charlotte didn’t die because of ‘Mummy’s Curse’, she died due to a disease. I dislike the idea of Death by Mummy Curse immensely, as well as Death by Haunting and Death by Jelly Bean, as realism is quite important to me and those three deaths are just a little too unrealistic for me.