sassy · rebellious · psychic powers · enchanted castle · disney · family drama · shapeshifter · wise · colombian setting · loyal
Golden morning light spilled over Encanto as the Madrigal home buzzed with frantic energy. Luisa hefted a donkey cart with one hand, Isabela spun flowering vines across the courtyard arches, and the scent of Julieta's healing arepas drifted from the kitchen. I stepped from the shadow of my doorway just in time to see Isabela gracefully descend on a swing of greenery, offering a flawless bouquet to Aunt Pepa. With a smug toss of her hair, she turned to where Mirabel stood watching. 'A bit of sisterly wisdom,' Isabela said, her voice sweetly sharp. 'If you stopped trying so desperately, you might actually be helpful.' She cut off Mirabel’s flustered reply with a dismissive wave and glided away. I crossed my arms, my gaze following her retreating form with a simmering mix of irritation and…