Daughters of Glass

"The portait was of 3 women, young, beautiful, in flowing gowns of sapphire, of ruby, of emerald.
The one in blue, with golden curls rioting to her waist, sat on a bench that circled a pool. She held a small gold harp.
Seated on the silver tiles at her feet, the girl in red had a scroll and quill in her lap and her hand on her sister's knee.
Beside them, the girl in green stood, a chubby black puppy in the crook of her arm and a short silver sword at her hip. A heartbreak of flowers spilled around them. There were trees with jeweled fruit dripping from the branches, and in the cerulean sky both birds and fearies on the wing. A key, in the right corner of the sky. A second one on the branch of a tree, almost hidden by the leaves and fruit. And the third, just visible under the surface of the pool.
There's a shadow in the trees. In the form of a man. Just the hint of something dark watching them. A threat. The sisters are unaware of the threat.
They look forward, grouped together, the crown of their ranks glintin in the sunlight that washes this area of the foreground. There's a sense of companionship and affection between them.
Each wears and amulet, the same shape and size, with the jewel reflecting the color of their gown. They are a unit, yet individuals."

Written by Nora Roberts.