Here is my full finished story! How lovely!
My first page, from Kartiana:
The two sisters were invited to a feast at the castle, and the prince begged his younger brother to escort Tatterhood. The younger twin brushed her hair and put on her finest kirtle for the event, but Tatterhood refused to change.
"You could wear one of my dresses," said her sister, "In stead of that raggedy cloak and old boots." Tatterhood just laughed. "You might take off that tattered hood and the soot streaks from your face," said her slster crossly, for she wanted her beloved Tatterhood to look her best.
"No," said Tatterhood, "I will go as i am."
All the people of the town turned out to see the strangers riding up to the castle, and a fine procession it was! At the head rode the prince and Tatterhood's sister on fine whlte horses draped with cloth of gold. Next came the prince's brother on a splendid horse with silver trappings. Beside hlm rode Tatterhood on her goat.
Page two, from ThatKid:
"You're not much for conversatlon." said Tatterhood. "Haven't you anything to say?"
"What is there to talk about?" he retorted. They rode on in silence until finally he burst out. "Why do you ride on that goat instead of a horse?"
"Since you happened to ask," said Tatterhood, "I can ride on a horse if I choose." At once the goat turned into a fine steed. Well! The young man's eyes popped open wide, and he turned to look at her with great interest.
"Why do you hide your head beneath that ragged hood?" I
"Is it a ragged hood? I can change it if I choose," she said.
And there, on long dark hair, was a circlet of gold and tiny pearls.
And page three, from BluPaisan:
What an unusual girl you are!" he exclaimed. "But that wooden spoon-why do you choose to carry that?''
"Is it a spoon?And in her hand the spoon turned into a gold-tipped wand of rowan wood.
"I see!" said the prince's brother. He smiled and hummed a little tune as they rode on.
At last Tatterhood said, "Aren't you going to ask me why I wear these ragged clothes?"
"No," said the prince. "It's clear you wear them because you choose to, and when you want to change them, you will,"
At that, Tatterhood's ragged cloak disappeared, and she was clad in a velvet green mantle and kirtle. But the prince just smiled and said, "The color becomes you very well."
When the castle loomed up ahead, Tatterhood said to him. "And will you not ask to see my face beneath the streaks of soot?"
"That. too, shall be as you choose." As they rode through the castle gates. Tatterhood touched the rowan wand to her face, and the soot streaks disappeared. And whether her face now was lovely or plain we shall never
know, because it didn't matter in the least to the prince's brother
or to Tatterhood.
What lovely work from everyone! Thank you so much!