[ Alice continued to walk, suddenly determined to ignore Sion and his light. Her arms firmly crossed, she started to wander through the hedges. As Alice walked, she started to go even further ahead of Sion, her dress swaying as she walked. ]
Should I? Or shall I find you on the lawn in the morning thereafter?
[ For Gwen's sake, she would. Alice lived alone and the only social interactions she had were with her lawyer, which were starting to dissolve into shouting matches between them. That was never good for a little girl so shell shocked from the epidemic and loss of her parents. Sion, at least, was bright, whereas Alice was sullen and quiet. Even now, the little girl reminded her of herself and her own loss, which brought back her own terrible memories.
But swordfights and magic...
In the evenings to get Gwen to sleep, in which Alice allows Gwen to crawl up on her lap and to hold her, despite her discomfort, Alice tells her stories of her own world. Tales about the White King and Queen of Hearts. Or stories of the gryphon and mock turtle, good stories about Wonderland before it came tainted from her madness. She would follow with drawings for Gwen, filling her head with those nonsensical, happy images. She even learned "How Doth the Little Crocodile" from Alice among other rhymes.
But this? This would actually make Alice agree with Sion. ]
Ah.
[ The horror. ]
You may if you think it helps. It would help her to hear more from you, so she knows you're not ill.
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[ Alice continued to walk, suddenly determined to ignore Sion and his light. Her arms firmly crossed, she started to wander through the hedges. As Alice walked, she started to go even further ahead of Sion, her dress swaying as she walked. ]
Should I? Or shall I find you on the lawn in the morning thereafter?
[ For Gwen's sake, she would. Alice lived alone and the only social interactions she had were with her lawyer, which were starting to dissolve into shouting matches between them. That was never good for a little girl so shell shocked from the epidemic and loss of her parents. Sion, at least, was bright, whereas Alice was sullen and quiet. Even now, the little girl reminded her of herself and her own loss, which brought back her own terrible memories.
But swordfights and magic...
In the evenings to get Gwen to sleep, in which Alice allows Gwen to crawl up on her lap and to hold her, despite her discomfort, Alice tells her stories of her own world. Tales about the White King and Queen of Hearts. Or stories of the gryphon and mock turtle, good stories about Wonderland before it came tainted from her madness. She would follow with drawings for Gwen, filling her head with those nonsensical, happy images. She even learned "How Doth the Little Crocodile" from Alice among other rhymes.
But this? This would actually make Alice agree with Sion. ]
Ah.
[ The horror. ]
You may if you think it helps. It would help her to hear more from you, so she knows you're not ill.