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
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