They stepped through an archway which led straight ahead or to either side. Devon guided her to the left. Her sense of direction told her she was going further from the entrance into wherever she had come from and that bothered her slightly, but she kept quiet.
He led her down the corridor to a door that opened out onto a small balcony. He stood aside just on the inside of the doorway and let her pass first. She walked through slowly and carefully, her back to the wall as she attempted to look casual in taking the seat closest to her only escape.
“Why are you frightened of me?” he asked.
“What?”
“Why are you frightened of me?” Devon seated himself opposite her, his back to the view. Blue gulped down a little air before trying to say something, but he cut her off, saying, “Don’t bother trying to lie or be polite. I know your scared… more of Agathea than me, but you are scared of. I just want to know why.”
And then… just like that… words just fell from her mouth fueled by a courage that came from nowhere. “Well, how would you feel if you were me in my situation?” Devon sat back in his chair, keeping silent and letting Blue get some things off her chest. “I mean, I get turned around in a place I’ve lived all my life, I go through a door and meet,” she waved her hand in reference to Agathea, “that, and then the door disappears… and we’re not in the castle anymore… and my hand,” she holds up the once wounded hand which showed no scratches or scars of any kind.
Devon looked at her hand intently and waited. Finally, when she didn’t put it down, he said, “Was there something more about the hand that you wished to discuss?”
“Look at it!” she commanded. “Just look.” She leaned forward in her seat, turning her hand in front of him this way and that.
“What am I supposed to be looking-?”
“They’re all gone,” she declared. “All of them.” She twisted her hand this way and that, smoothing her good hand over the other. “What did she do to me?”
He leaned forward, took her hand in both of his, eyeing it carefully. “My darling… it isn’t what she’s done to you. It’s what you’ve done to yourself.”
She took her hand back, hugging it to her chest. “You’re making as much sense as she did.” She got up to leave and stopped herself in time before she crashed into a cement wall. Looking around herself, she saw that they were still on a balcony, but the passageway they had come through was now a solid wall. She turned, staring wide-eyed at Devon. He answered her silence with a sweet, calm tone, saying, “If you would please have a seat, I will explain everything.”
*originally written on April 8, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Part Six
Blue felt like she were about to go cross-eyed when she heard a new voice from somewhere behind her. “Aggie, darling,” said the voice, soft and smooth as velvet, “don’t be coy.” Blue turned to see a man carrying a tray of refreshments toward the woman. Aggie? He placed the tray closest to her near the edge of the table, straightened his back, smoothed out the front of his robe, and looked at the woman thoughtfully. “She asked you a question.”
“Oh…” the woman said, making a slightly irritated face and walked past him to the tray. The man, a seemingly handsome 30-something to the woman’s comically-sarcastic-version of the same age, folded his arms in front of him and eyed the Princess thoughtfully.
“Don’t pay her any mind. She’s been cooped up here for so long that I think she’s gone batty.” Glancing at the woman casually, he added, “There’s a good chance she lost it some years ago.” Blue just stared at him. He referred to where they were as ‘here’. “I’m Devon,” he said, extending his hand toward the Princess. After shaking it lightly, he then said, “and that,” pointing at the woman who had taken her tray to eat by the window, “is Agathea.” Before she could respond, he said, “You must be Blue.” She started to question how he could possibly know, but then having deep blue hair was practically a dead giveaway. She simply nodded and kept quiet… mainly since she hadn’t any idea what to say. “Has she been treating you nicely?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” hollered Agathea from her window seat. Devon quirked an eyebrow at her, her bravado faltered a bit, and she went back to eating a sandwich.
“Why,” Blue found herself whispering without realizing anyone else could hear her, “wouldn’t she treat me nicely?”
“Oh,” said Devon. “I just meant that she can be short with people and doesn’t always have the best of manners.”
“Just means I like to play with my food,” she muttered, and Blue wondered if it was said for her benefit or if she really meant it. She eyed Agathea then and saw her dance her sandwich around her smiling face before the smile turned sinister and she bit off a hearty bite.
“Where am I?” asked Blue, turning toward Devon. Perhaps he brought the worst out of her, but Agathea shot the Princess a look from the window that upset her stomach.
“Aggie!” said Devon a little curtly, the change in tone surprised Blue, but she saw that Agathea backed down a little. “Eat your lunch and behave.” When he turned his attention back to Blue, his face was calmer, his tone nicer. “I’m sorry you had to witness that display,” he said. “Sometimes I need to be a little stern and raise my voice. I don’t like doing it, mind you. I’m more of a peaceful man, but sometimes simply being polite,” he shot a sly glance over at the other woman, “isn’t enough.” He smoothed out the front of his shirt without really needing to and said, “Well, perhaps we should leave her to eat in peace. Shall we?” With a sweeping gesture, he waved his hand past him in the direction he had entered the room, and Blue took that to mean he wanted her to leave the room with him. What she really wanted was to return from whence she came, but the appeal of putting distance between her and the woman was greater so she stepped forward a bit and Devon walked beside her, his hand lightly on the small of her back guiding her. She risked a quick glance over her shoulder at the woman, expecting a look of irritation and defiance, but what she saw surprised her even more – it was worry.
*originally written on March 26, 2008
“Oh…” the woman said, making a slightly irritated face and walked past him to the tray. The man, a seemingly handsome 30-something to the woman’s comically-sarcastic-version of the same age, folded his arms in front of him and eyed the Princess thoughtfully.
“Don’t pay her any mind. She’s been cooped up here for so long that I think she’s gone batty.” Glancing at the woman casually, he added, “There’s a good chance she lost it some years ago.” Blue just stared at him. He referred to where they were as ‘here’. “I’m Devon,” he said, extending his hand toward the Princess. After shaking it lightly, he then said, “and that,” pointing at the woman who had taken her tray to eat by the window, “is Agathea.” Before she could respond, he said, “You must be Blue.” She started to question how he could possibly know, but then having deep blue hair was practically a dead giveaway. She simply nodded and kept quiet… mainly since she hadn’t any idea what to say. “Has she been treating you nicely?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” hollered Agathea from her window seat. Devon quirked an eyebrow at her, her bravado faltered a bit, and she went back to eating a sandwich.
“Why,” Blue found herself whispering without realizing anyone else could hear her, “wouldn’t she treat me nicely?”
“Oh,” said Devon. “I just meant that she can be short with people and doesn’t always have the best of manners.”
“Just means I like to play with my food,” she muttered, and Blue wondered if it was said for her benefit or if she really meant it. She eyed Agathea then and saw her dance her sandwich around her smiling face before the smile turned sinister and she bit off a hearty bite.
“Where am I?” asked Blue, turning toward Devon. Perhaps he brought the worst out of her, but Agathea shot the Princess a look from the window that upset her stomach.
“Aggie!” said Devon a little curtly, the change in tone surprised Blue, but she saw that Agathea backed down a little. “Eat your lunch and behave.” When he turned his attention back to Blue, his face was calmer, his tone nicer. “I’m sorry you had to witness that display,” he said. “Sometimes I need to be a little stern and raise my voice. I don’t like doing it, mind you. I’m more of a peaceful man, but sometimes simply being polite,” he shot a sly glance over at the other woman, “isn’t enough.” He smoothed out the front of his shirt without really needing to and said, “Well, perhaps we should leave her to eat in peace. Shall we?” With a sweeping gesture, he waved his hand past him in the direction he had entered the room, and Blue took that to mean he wanted her to leave the room with him. What she really wanted was to return from whence she came, but the appeal of putting distance between her and the woman was greater so she stepped forward a bit and Devon walked beside her, his hand lightly on the small of her back guiding her. She risked a quick glance over her shoulder at the woman, expecting a look of irritation and defiance, but what she saw surprised her even more – it was worry.
*originally written on March 26, 2008
Part Five
Blue stared at the woman and then a moment let out a disbelieving chortle. The woman did not budge, her countenance the same. “You’re serious?”
“Of course,” said the woman oblivious the girl’s mockery.
“But… I got here,” she said, pointing down at the floor, and then pointing at the door, she added, “through that door.”
“What door, dear?” asked the woman.
“That…” she turned to look in the direction she was motioning and saw nothing. She turned and ran to the wall where the door once was. “It was here,” said Blue. “It was right here.” Her head bobbed and swayed, looking for a seam of some kind to show a trap door or something.
“Come away from there girl,” said the woman, “else you might hurt yourself.”
“I’m telling you,” said Blue in a bit of a frantic state, her voice raising in a mixture of anger and confusion. “I came in here through a door that was right here.” Her balled up fist hit the stone hard, causing her hand to throb and sting. From her mouth then spewed some words that made the woman’s eyes grow big and wide… to match the grin on her face.
“My, my,” she giggled, “that’s not very becoming of a Princess.” The joke was wasted on Blue seeing as she was overcome by the pain in her hand. With a tired roll of the eyes and a sigh, she waved the girl over. “Come, come… let’s take a look at that hand.” Blue slowly stumbled forward, staring at her hand and taking baby steps. “Can’t send you back all banged up.” The woman seated Blue next to the big window opposite her workspace. “Now, now… let’s have a look at you.” Aside from various candles of all shapes, sizes and colors, the window was the only source of light in the room… and the best. The woman held out her hands waiting for Blue to offer up hers. Timidly she uncoiled her arm and extended it toward the woman. “Let’s see here…” The woman gently turned the girl’s hand over and over, eyeing the scratches and tiny blotches of blood.
Blue looked out the window and to the land of the kingdom. She the horses in the stables, people tending the fields, children playing… she smiled… then looked back at the woman. “How can you tell me we’re not in the castle? That we’re not in part of the castle?”
Still staring at her hand, the woman replied, “Because we’re not, sweetpea.”
“But, it’s right there,” she said, nodding out the window. “How can you deny what’s right in front of you?” Nonchalantly, the woman took a pebble from the window sill and tossed it out the window. It flew a few yards and then, taking Blue completely by surprise, was absorbed into something which she could only think of as an invisible molasses. The stone passing through it caused ripples in what she thought was just air and then the pebble was gone.
Staring out at where the pebble had been tossed, she didn’t hear the woman when she said, “There, there… all better.” Blue looked from the window to her hand, and it was brand new. No scratches or lines… no sign that she had hurt herself. Her mouth remained agape. “Sweetpea,” said the woman tapping Blue’s chin, “you’re letting all the flies out.”
Blue shut her mouth, looked at the woman in the eyes, and said what she was thinking. “Who are you?”
The woman smiled, tapped the girl’s chin again, and said, “Cookie?”
*originally written on February 7, 2008
“Of course,” said the woman oblivious the girl’s mockery.
“But… I got here,” she said, pointing down at the floor, and then pointing at the door, she added, “through that door.”
“What door, dear?” asked the woman.
“That…” she turned to look in the direction she was motioning and saw nothing. She turned and ran to the wall where the door once was. “It was here,” said Blue. “It was right here.” Her head bobbed and swayed, looking for a seam of some kind to show a trap door or something.
“Come away from there girl,” said the woman, “else you might hurt yourself.”
“I’m telling you,” said Blue in a bit of a frantic state, her voice raising in a mixture of anger and confusion. “I came in here through a door that was right here.” Her balled up fist hit the stone hard, causing her hand to throb and sting. From her mouth then spewed some words that made the woman’s eyes grow big and wide… to match the grin on her face.
“My, my,” she giggled, “that’s not very becoming of a Princess.” The joke was wasted on Blue seeing as she was overcome by the pain in her hand. With a tired roll of the eyes and a sigh, she waved the girl over. “Come, come… let’s take a look at that hand.” Blue slowly stumbled forward, staring at her hand and taking baby steps. “Can’t send you back all banged up.” The woman seated Blue next to the big window opposite her workspace. “Now, now… let’s have a look at you.” Aside from various candles of all shapes, sizes and colors, the window was the only source of light in the room… and the best. The woman held out her hands waiting for Blue to offer up hers. Timidly she uncoiled her arm and extended it toward the woman. “Let’s see here…” The woman gently turned the girl’s hand over and over, eyeing the scratches and tiny blotches of blood.
Blue looked out the window and to the land of the kingdom. She the horses in the stables, people tending the fields, children playing… she smiled… then looked back at the woman. “How can you tell me we’re not in the castle? That we’re not in part of the castle?”
Still staring at her hand, the woman replied, “Because we’re not, sweetpea.”
“But, it’s right there,” she said, nodding out the window. “How can you deny what’s right in front of you?” Nonchalantly, the woman took a pebble from the window sill and tossed it out the window. It flew a few yards and then, taking Blue completely by surprise, was absorbed into something which she could only think of as an invisible molasses. The stone passing through it caused ripples in what she thought was just air and then the pebble was gone.
Staring out at where the pebble had been tossed, she didn’t hear the woman when she said, “There, there… all better.” Blue looked from the window to her hand, and it was brand new. No scratches or lines… no sign that she had hurt herself. Her mouth remained agape. “Sweetpea,” said the woman tapping Blue’s chin, “you’re letting all the flies out.”
Blue shut her mouth, looked at the woman in the eyes, and said what she was thinking. “Who are you?”
The woman smiled, tapped the girl’s chin again, and said, “Cookie?”
*originally written on February 7, 2008
Part Four
The woman looked at the Princess in pure curiosity. "Well, I'm not there yet,” she said thoughtfully, “but I'm hopeful." The Princess pouted. Quirking a quizzical eyebrow to that, she asked, "Who are you?"
The Princess perked up a bit, looked around the room innocently, and then said, "My name is Blue."
The woman eyed her curiously. She knew the name, and even upon hearing the name, finally recognized the girl in fact. The only question that came to mind at this point was why the hell was she in this part of the castle? “I take it you’re lost then?”
“Pardon?”
“Lost?” repeated the woman. “It would explain why a princess would end up here… in the recesses of the castle parading about in my dwellings.”
“Oh!” said Blue. “I’m sorry, but I-.”
“Didn’t even know this place… or I… were even here?” Blue just looked at her, and that was the only answer she needed. Grinning to herself, the woman said, “For a curious girl, you don’t seem to know your own castle.”
Tempted for reason to stomp her foot at the comment (but didn’t), Blue said, “It’s a big castle. I just haven’t gotten this far yet.”
Still grinning, the woman said, “You’re here now, aren’t you?” Blue became flustered. “You don’t know where you are, do you?”
“Well,” she started, “um, you see.” She gave up trying to sound like she knew what she was talking about. “No,” she finally replied, her posture sagging a little. “I have no idea.”
The woman chuckled at the Princess. “Don’t look so deflated little one.”
“But like you said… I should know my own castle.”
The woman approached then, but Blue wasn’t afraid. Yes, the woman was a stranger, but the Princess didn’t see her as any sort of threat. “It’s a big place sweetheart,” said the woman, “and I’ll let you in on a little secret.” Blue looked up into the ladies eyes when she said, “No one’s supposed to know about this place.”
“Why not?”
“Well,” the woman hemmed and hawed, then decided if the Princess wasn’t spooked yet then she could take the truth. “Well, you see, dearie. This isn’t part of the castle.”
*originally written on January 22, 2008
The Princess perked up a bit, looked around the room innocently, and then said, "My name is Blue."
The woman eyed her curiously. She knew the name, and even upon hearing the name, finally recognized the girl in fact. The only question that came to mind at this point was why the hell was she in this part of the castle? “I take it you’re lost then?”
“Pardon?”
“Lost?” repeated the woman. “It would explain why a princess would end up here… in the recesses of the castle parading about in my dwellings.”
“Oh!” said Blue. “I’m sorry, but I-.”
“Didn’t even know this place… or I… were even here?” Blue just looked at her, and that was the only answer she needed. Grinning to herself, the woman said, “For a curious girl, you don’t seem to know your own castle.”
Tempted for reason to stomp her foot at the comment (but didn’t), Blue said, “It’s a big castle. I just haven’t gotten this far yet.”
Still grinning, the woman said, “You’re here now, aren’t you?” Blue became flustered. “You don’t know where you are, do you?”
“Well,” she started, “um, you see.” She gave up trying to sound like she knew what she was talking about. “No,” she finally replied, her posture sagging a little. “I have no idea.”
The woman chuckled at the Princess. “Don’t look so deflated little one.”
“But like you said… I should know my own castle.”
The woman approached then, but Blue wasn’t afraid. Yes, the woman was a stranger, but the Princess didn’t see her as any sort of threat. “It’s a big place sweetheart,” said the woman, “and I’ll let you in on a little secret.” Blue looked up into the ladies eyes when she said, “No one’s supposed to know about this place.”
“Why not?”
“Well,” the woman hemmed and hawed, then decided if the Princess wasn’t spooked yet then she could take the truth. “Well, you see, dearie. This isn’t part of the castle.”
*originally written on January 22, 2008
Part Three
The woman didn’t seem to care even one iota for the Princess, which was strange, because everyone seemed to care about her. At times they cared a little too much. The Princess found herself remembering how often times she wished people didn’t know her and didn’t treat her like a Princess. Now that it was happening, she didn’t know how to react.
“Forgot how to use your feet?” asked the woman, sarcastically.
“What?” asked the Princess, her brow wrinkled in confusion.
“You’re still here,” the woman complained. Her thoughts from moments before started to flittered away like butterflies swimming through molasses. Repeatedly she tried reaching out to grab at one of them, but she too was stuck and feared she couldn’t reach any of them in time.
“And,” ventured the Princess, “where exactly is here?”
Realizing it was a lost cause, she waved her arms about in frustration and, while letting out some strange keening growl, tossed her quill on the table before. Not making a sufficient enough destructive noise, she picked up a book as thick as her neck, brought it up over her head and slammed it down on the table causing random objects to clink and clatter against each other. “Curse you, girl, you’re disturbing my work.”
“I didn’t mean to,” she said apologetically. “I mean, I didn’t know you were.” The woman eyed the Princess, watching her try to backwards crawl out of the mess she created. “It’s just that-.”
“Excuses, excuses…” she waved her hand at the Princess, shaking her head from one side to the other. “It doesn’t matter what you didn’t mean to do. It’s what you did.”
“But what did I do?”
The woman stepped toward the Princess, shaking her hands in eager needing for the young lady to understand what she had done. “You disturbed my work.”
Unable to help herself, the Princess asked, “What sort of work do you do?” With a glare, the woman eyed the girl. Then she snorted amusedly and turned around. “What?”
“You expect me,” she said, resting her palms against her chest, “to explain this,” a wave of her hand around the room, “to you.” Another snort escaped her nose.
“I’m not stupid,” said the Princess. The woman began to laugh. “What is so funny?”
Finally, the woman settled down, letting out a sigh a good healthy laugh usually causes. “I’m not questioning your intelligence, girl. What I do doesn’t require only intelligence… but rather... belief.”
“In what?”
“In me… my wares… my environment… in what I’m doing.”
“And what are you doing?”
The woman looked at the Princess and as a smirk crossed her lips, she stated rather simply, “Trying to make rose petals that eat the clothes off of pretty girls.”
Now the woman didn’t know what to expect as a reaction from the Princess, but was shocked to see what she got. Upon hearing the news of the woman’s latest project, the Princess’s eyes got really wide, her finger clapped together, and with big, bright, shiny, anticipatory eyes and a big grin said, “Really?”
*originally posted on January 16, 2008
“Forgot how to use your feet?” asked the woman, sarcastically.
“What?” asked the Princess, her brow wrinkled in confusion.
“You’re still here,” the woman complained. Her thoughts from moments before started to flittered away like butterflies swimming through molasses. Repeatedly she tried reaching out to grab at one of them, but she too was stuck and feared she couldn’t reach any of them in time.
“And,” ventured the Princess, “where exactly is here?”
Realizing it was a lost cause, she waved her arms about in frustration and, while letting out some strange keening growl, tossed her quill on the table before. Not making a sufficient enough destructive noise, she picked up a book as thick as her neck, brought it up over her head and slammed it down on the table causing random objects to clink and clatter against each other. “Curse you, girl, you’re disturbing my work.”
“I didn’t mean to,” she said apologetically. “I mean, I didn’t know you were.” The woman eyed the Princess, watching her try to backwards crawl out of the mess she created. “It’s just that-.”
“Excuses, excuses…” she waved her hand at the Princess, shaking her head from one side to the other. “It doesn’t matter what you didn’t mean to do. It’s what you did.”
“But what did I do?”
The woman stepped toward the Princess, shaking her hands in eager needing for the young lady to understand what she had done. “You disturbed my work.”
Unable to help herself, the Princess asked, “What sort of work do you do?” With a glare, the woman eyed the girl. Then she snorted amusedly and turned around. “What?”
“You expect me,” she said, resting her palms against her chest, “to explain this,” a wave of her hand around the room, “to you.” Another snort escaped her nose.
“I’m not stupid,” said the Princess. The woman began to laugh. “What is so funny?”
Finally, the woman settled down, letting out a sigh a good healthy laugh usually causes. “I’m not questioning your intelligence, girl. What I do doesn’t require only intelligence… but rather... belief.”
“In what?”
“In me… my wares… my environment… in what I’m doing.”
“And what are you doing?”
The woman looked at the Princess and as a smirk crossed her lips, she stated rather simply, “Trying to make rose petals that eat the clothes off of pretty girls.”
Now the woman didn’t know what to expect as a reaction from the Princess, but was shocked to see what she got. Upon hearing the news of the woman’s latest project, the Princess’s eyes got really wide, her finger clapped together, and with big, bright, shiny, anticipatory eyes and a big grin said, “Really?”
*originally posted on January 16, 2008
Part Two
Behind her she heard pops and gurgles and the bubbling of liquids.
She moved away from the door and stepped further into the room. Before her, past a gauzey curtain, was a cluttered corner of tables and random flat spaces holding up boxes of things and glass containers atop small fires and parchment and quill and ink... and shelves of containers of things...
And digruntled grumbling from a rather old woman.
The woman was hunched over the middle of the table, scrabbling something on blotched parchment, her fingers tips stained with ink and... the Princess couldn't even begin to wonder what else.
"It's not right, damnation!" muttered the woman irritably. "Why can't I get it right?" Her slightly graying brown hair was held loosely in a bun on top of her head with what looked like small twigs. The Princess found the woman incredibly interesting and forgot all else around her... until she bumped into a small table and knocked over several thick volumes of books.
The woman's head darted up from her writing, spotting the Princess immediately. Frozen in the woman's glare, she stared a moment longer at the blue haired lady, and then in a moment went back to her writing and said, "Out the door, to the right, and up the stairs."
Awoken from some strange trance she might've been in, she shook her head and said, "Pardon?"
"You're obviously lost," said the woman, still concentrating on the parchment. "Out the door," she repeated with a wave of her arm, "to the right, and up the stairs."
"And that will take me where, exactly?"
The woman's hand stopped scrabbling random notes. There was a brief silence which made the Princess's heart beat just a little faster in fear. Then the woman looked up at the Princess and answered, "Away from here."
*originally written on January 15, 2008
She moved away from the door and stepped further into the room. Before her, past a gauzey curtain, was a cluttered corner of tables and random flat spaces holding up boxes of things and glass containers atop small fires and parchment and quill and ink... and shelves of containers of things...
And digruntled grumbling from a rather old woman.
The woman was hunched over the middle of the table, scrabbling something on blotched parchment, her fingers tips stained with ink and... the Princess couldn't even begin to wonder what else.
"It's not right, damnation!" muttered the woman irritably. "Why can't I get it right?" Her slightly graying brown hair was held loosely in a bun on top of her head with what looked like small twigs. The Princess found the woman incredibly interesting and forgot all else around her... until she bumped into a small table and knocked over several thick volumes of books.
The woman's head darted up from her writing, spotting the Princess immediately. Frozen in the woman's glare, she stared a moment longer at the blue haired lady, and then in a moment went back to her writing and said, "Out the door, to the right, and up the stairs."
Awoken from some strange trance she might've been in, she shook her head and said, "Pardon?"
"You're obviously lost," said the woman, still concentrating on the parchment. "Out the door," she repeated with a wave of her arm, "to the right, and up the stairs."
"And that will take me where, exactly?"
The woman's hand stopped scrabbling random notes. There was a brief silence which made the Princess's heart beat just a little faster in fear. Then the woman looked up at the Princess and answered, "Away from here."
*originally written on January 15, 2008
Part One
Once upon a time in the land of purple swirls and yummy tea, there was a Princess named Blue. Princess Blue was not your typical princess. She did not care about being a lady and proper table setting and learning her etiquette and manners. What she enjoyed was causing mischief and not doing as she was told and being someone that others practically forbade her to be.
One day Princess Blue was wandering aimlessly around the castle when she heard one of her tutors looking for her. She had completely forgotten about her etiquette classes (who wants to act like a lady, anyway?), and ran away from the elderly female voice calling out her name. She ran so far and without notice of where she was going, she seemed to get lost in the castles many corridors. Turning this way and that, she heard nothing save her own breathing. Worry started to creep up on her when she heard voices coming from down the hall she was standing in and around the corner. Frightened, she skirted around the hall, trying many doors, all of which we locked. The voices grew louder, and she was afraid of who it might be... for she had never been to this part of the castle... she was never allowed. She also didn't want to get caught fearing she'd be taken back to her silly lessons.
Leaning against a door with a defeated sigh, she fell backwards as the door gave way and fell into a room, the door swinging shut right in front of her. Before she could question it, she heard the voices start down the hall, pass the door, and the disappaear again. She let out a big breath, glad not to have been seen, and she rose from the floor, dusting herself, she heard strange noises coming from behind her which - curiosity getting the better of her - caused her to turn around and take a look.
*originally written on January 14, 2008
One day Princess Blue was wandering aimlessly around the castle when she heard one of her tutors looking for her. She had completely forgotten about her etiquette classes (who wants to act like a lady, anyway?), and ran away from the elderly female voice calling out her name. She ran so far and without notice of where she was going, she seemed to get lost in the castles many corridors. Turning this way and that, she heard nothing save her own breathing. Worry started to creep up on her when she heard voices coming from down the hall she was standing in and around the corner. Frightened, she skirted around the hall, trying many doors, all of which we locked. The voices grew louder, and she was afraid of who it might be... for she had never been to this part of the castle... she was never allowed. She also didn't want to get caught fearing she'd be taken back to her silly lessons.
Leaning against a door with a defeated sigh, she fell backwards as the door gave way and fell into a room, the door swinging shut right in front of her. Before she could question it, she heard the voices start down the hall, pass the door, and the disappaear again. She let out a big breath, glad not to have been seen, and she rose from the floor, dusting herself, she heard strange noises coming from behind her which - curiosity getting the better of her - caused her to turn around and take a look.
*originally written on January 14, 2008
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