Drunken_Angel
Princess Absinthe
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When she was really tiny, her mother told her a story about a box. It was a magic box, gilt with gold and rubies and presided over by secret prayers. In this box was a slot and when one got scared all they had to do was kiss a coin and drop it in and the box took their fears away. It was originally owned by some important princess and had become so filled with her fears, that it would have been very dangerous to open. Alicia also had a box. To those from beyond the portals, it looked like nothing more than a pink piggy bank, with overlarge eyes and a stupid grin, but that was only its disguise, in reality it was that same priceless box decorated by precious stones and protected by its fairy prayers.
When a newly wakened and dressed Alicia scampered out for the morning feast, the clink of a coin deposited the previous night’s terrors and it was once again happy Alicia who skipped down the hall. This was her panda box and its magic had never failed her.
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“What are you making?” she heard the woman across from her ask. Mayumi’s lips had not moved, but Alicia understood eye language and body words. It was a useful skill that every princess had to learn and for her it was vital because her father’s magnificent kingdom attracted many a dignitary from far away world. Mayumi was one of them, Alicia was certain of it.
“I am making a castle,” she answered back with a flick of her eyes. She knew better than to make full eye contact having noticed that in her particular dialect, direct eye contact was taboo and only a very few people could do so without making her jump back inside her body. It was the moments in between, when the lips were still and no one seemed to be watching her, that her visitor actually came out. “Why,” the silent woman seemed to ask.
Alicia huffed as yet another brick lost its shape and melted into a mound of sludge. She shifted her hips and skewed her forehead into wrinkles before answering; she hoped the gestures made sense. “To protect him.”
“Why?”
“So he has a place to hide when they find me”
Her fifth brick had begun to whither into nothing more than an mud pie and in a pout she gave up, eyes flashing in royal anger at the oatmeal’s audacity.
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Diplomacy was an art and it was dangerous. One had to be subtle and pretend outwardly that the visitors were no different than anyone else. This was because most of them were in disguise and Mayumi was no exception- her language and dialect confirmed it. The woman could speak words, Alicia knew that much, but this was not her true language and, in fact weren’t words at all, but mechanical acts required to keep her disguise believable. What Alicia did not know was precisely where the woman was from and why she was hiding.
She tapped her chin a couple of times and looked over toward Chester, telepathically asking him what he thought. The cat, however, remained silent. He didnt talk much in times like this, eschewing telepathy for his preferred tail swishing, chirps and purrs. “You’re no help, you big fluffball,” she teased mentally as she reached into a side pocket in her dress. It never distressed Alicia that no one seemed to notice Chester, not at all. People were by and large, dull creatures.
The napkin was soft and cushy and her crayon moved carefully so as not to tear it; her little tongue stuck out between her lips as she concentrated. Stroke by stroke, a form appeared. It was a willowy visage with huge eyes and even bigger hands. It showed what Alicia knew to be the woman’s true form and was the only way to get this across without tipping off anyone else in the room. An expectant Alicia pushed the napkin across the table.
Speaking aloud for the first time she followed the ritual that would disguise this communication as nothing more than a mundane gift, “I drew this for you,” she said, eyes dropping almost as quickly as they rose. “I hope you like it”
When a newly wakened and dressed Alicia scampered out for the morning feast, the clink of a coin deposited the previous night’s terrors and it was once again happy Alicia who skipped down the hall. This was her panda box and its magic had never failed her.
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“What are you making?” she heard the woman across from her ask. Mayumi’s lips had not moved, but Alicia understood eye language and body words. It was a useful skill that every princess had to learn and for her it was vital because her father’s magnificent kingdom attracted many a dignitary from far away world. Mayumi was one of them, Alicia was certain of it.
“I am making a castle,” she answered back with a flick of her eyes. She knew better than to make full eye contact having noticed that in her particular dialect, direct eye contact was taboo and only a very few people could do so without making her jump back inside her body. It was the moments in between, when the lips were still and no one seemed to be watching her, that her visitor actually came out. “Why,” the silent woman seemed to ask.
Alicia huffed as yet another brick lost its shape and melted into a mound of sludge. She shifted her hips and skewed her forehead into wrinkles before answering; she hoped the gestures made sense. “To protect him.”
“Why?”
“So he has a place to hide when they find me”
Her fifth brick had begun to whither into nothing more than an mud pie and in a pout she gave up, eyes flashing in royal anger at the oatmeal’s audacity.
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Diplomacy was an art and it was dangerous. One had to be subtle and pretend outwardly that the visitors were no different than anyone else. This was because most of them were in disguise and Mayumi was no exception- her language and dialect confirmed it. The woman could speak words, Alicia knew that much, but this was not her true language and, in fact weren’t words at all, but mechanical acts required to keep her disguise believable. What Alicia did not know was precisely where the woman was from and why she was hiding.
She tapped her chin a couple of times and looked over toward Chester, telepathically asking him what he thought. The cat, however, remained silent. He didnt talk much in times like this, eschewing telepathy for his preferred tail swishing, chirps and purrs. “You’re no help, you big fluffball,” she teased mentally as she reached into a side pocket in her dress. It never distressed Alicia that no one seemed to notice Chester, not at all. People were by and large, dull creatures.
The napkin was soft and cushy and her crayon moved carefully so as not to tear it; her little tongue stuck out between her lips as she concentrated. Stroke by stroke, a form appeared. It was a willowy visage with huge eyes and even bigger hands. It showed what Alicia knew to be the woman’s true form and was the only way to get this across without tipping off anyone else in the room. An expectant Alicia pushed the napkin across the table.
Speaking aloud for the first time she followed the ritual that would disguise this communication as nothing more than a mundane gift, “I drew this for you,” she said, eyes dropping almost as quickly as they rose. “I hope you like it”
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