I am the daughter of the wind.
Zephyr is my name.
Fierce and unwavering,
But in some ways, still.

I am a Racoon.
Wise and thoughtful but keeps her virtues hidden beneath a strange black mask.
My hair is like leaves in autumn: golden, soft.

My personality is unlike my hair:
Not soft, nor meek.
Loud and stormy.
Like the wind, once again.

My father is the master of the wind.
Strong, yet possesses a flowy personality.
He has strong hands and strong arms that shield me from reality.
But I like it.
His heart is warm and cozy. I can feel it when I curl up on his lap after a long day.

My mother is a dragon.
Protects us all from everything.
But to the princesses in her heart, she is kind, and loving.
We are the princesses and feel her warmth everyday.

She is unlike my sister, who is  a mantis shrimp.
Although small, she is mighty:
punches with her beliefs, no matter how much it burns.
But not always, sometimes she is a flower.
Budding: beginning to be kind.
She is colorful: bubbling with personality and will be brilliant as well as powerful someday.
Like a phoenix who will rise from the ashes.