Fairy Godmothers Are In Short Supply {Open}
Aug 17, 2009 23:51:07 GMT -5
Post by kaya on Aug 17, 2009 23:51:07 GMT -5
"Cinderella are you really that happy?" she murmured as she stared up at the great castle before her. She was certain it was much different then she remembered. It was...Smaller. Much smaller than last time. And people seemed to just walk in and out occasionally.
Anastasia supposed that she should have been happy.
She hadn't been able to find Drizella nor Mother. For a while the redhead had been rather afraid of it all quite seriously. She'd never been truly alone there was always a sister or a servant that had been around her before. To walk amongst people that she didn't know in such unfamiliar territory before. Well, actually, when she looked at it was a bit familiar. It was like the view she had gotten from her home in the mid afternoon light when she wasn't practicing on that blasted flute. In fact, it sort of seemed like well...Home.
Or at least as close to home as such a strange place could be. She'd been walking in circles all day. All she did was wander around and then when she thought she was leaving she would end up back at the center again like it was all some sort of cruel test. The sun was setting and she'd never slept anywhere aside from her feathered bed. Even when Cinderella left she had the same bed, the same room, the same house. The same everything.
She didn't even know where she was or how she got there. Just that she didn't like it because she was somewhere strange. Sniffing she rubbed at her bulbous nose with her thin hand. She never thought that she would miss Drizella barking at her or the glances her mother gave her but it was all she honestly remembered. She would have even settled to have Gus around her! Just some familiarity something she could grasp. Her ankles were sore, she was certain that her feet were about to fall off any second.
She had to have walked through the castle a dozen times, the tile work inside had fascinated her because she knew the story well. She almost thought that maybe she saw herself in there! It sort of looked like her, if she squinted. "So," she glanced up at the fairy godmother on the tiles, "That's how she did it." Every time she would end up back at the castle she'd stare longingly at the tiles, if only she'd been just a little bit different. A little less mean.
Pain shot through her large feet and she puffed up, "Stupid shoes!" They were usually quite comfortable! She knelt down and took off the offending pieces of cloth and her large feet emerged from their hold. Wiggling her awkwardly shaped toes she sighed, that felt a little bit better. Or maybe she had just been imagining it. Though, her shoes had dug into her feet and left red marks where they touched the skin.
Clinging onto her skirt she trudged onward, where was she? Had she passed that lamppost before? The sun set a bit further and she felt a sense of fear, even emergency enter her. What if she had to sleep on the street! What an awful thought! Sucking in a deep breath she dropped her head and her red hair tumbled forward over her slender shoulders. Anastasia's sore red feet pounded on the ground and her large eyes closed tightly.
"Oooo," she sucked in a small breath. "I just...I know that..." She blinked when she noticed that she was back where she started! Gasping she threw her shoes on the ground, usually she tried to be a bit more agreeable however she had been walking for almost the entire day trying to find a way back to her family!
The bronze statue of her beautiful stepsister sat in front of her like it was mocking her. She supposed that she was being punished for being so mean. "It's not fair!" the redhead cried out as she collapsed in front of it resting her hands on the fountain she rested her forehead on the stone as she listened to the water. "It's not fair!" She banged her fist on the fountain once more and she turned before she brought her knees up and crossed her arms as she hunched forward in a rather unladylike manner.
Rubbing her nose again she sniffed wishing she had a handkerchief. "Where's a fairy godmother when you need one?" Pouting, she rubbed at her eyes with the back of her wrist. She really needed a fairy godmother too. Huh, she wondered what Cinderella did after they were so mean to her right before the ball?
She'd run outside to the garden and...The garden! Sucking in a breath she stood up and picked up her shoes. The sun was almost down! She had to get to a garden and cry and then a fairy godmother would come and take her back home!
"Ow!" tripping over her big feet she landed all but on her face. Pushing herself up she grunted. Or maybeif she stayed still like a good girl she'd get a fairy godmother. The Ugly Stepsister sat there, her skirt spread about her as she sighed. She'd just let her feet rest a while before she went anywhere. Scooting back towards the fountain she sighed.
The sun set past the great castle and it was dark, fear crept at the back of her neck. Ooo! She wasn't afraid of the dark, puffing out her chest the redhead pouted her red painted lips.
Anastasia supposed that she should have been happy.
She hadn't been able to find Drizella nor Mother. For a while the redhead had been rather afraid of it all quite seriously. She'd never been truly alone there was always a sister or a servant that had been around her before. To walk amongst people that she didn't know in such unfamiliar territory before. Well, actually, when she looked at it was a bit familiar. It was like the view she had gotten from her home in the mid afternoon light when she wasn't practicing on that blasted flute. In fact, it sort of seemed like well...Home.
Or at least as close to home as such a strange place could be. She'd been walking in circles all day. All she did was wander around and then when she thought she was leaving she would end up back at the center again like it was all some sort of cruel test. The sun was setting and she'd never slept anywhere aside from her feathered bed. Even when Cinderella left she had the same bed, the same room, the same house. The same everything.
She didn't even know where she was or how she got there. Just that she didn't like it because she was somewhere strange. Sniffing she rubbed at her bulbous nose with her thin hand. She never thought that she would miss Drizella barking at her or the glances her mother gave her but it was all she honestly remembered. She would have even settled to have Gus around her! Just some familiarity something she could grasp. Her ankles were sore, she was certain that her feet were about to fall off any second.
She had to have walked through the castle a dozen times, the tile work inside had fascinated her because she knew the story well. She almost thought that maybe she saw herself in there! It sort of looked like her, if she squinted. "So," she glanced up at the fairy godmother on the tiles, "That's how she did it." Every time she would end up back at the castle she'd stare longingly at the tiles, if only she'd been just a little bit different. A little less mean.
Pain shot through her large feet and she puffed up, "Stupid shoes!" They were usually quite comfortable! She knelt down and took off the offending pieces of cloth and her large feet emerged from their hold. Wiggling her awkwardly shaped toes she sighed, that felt a little bit better. Or maybe she had just been imagining it. Though, her shoes had dug into her feet and left red marks where they touched the skin.
Clinging onto her skirt she trudged onward, where was she? Had she passed that lamppost before? The sun set a bit further and she felt a sense of fear, even emergency enter her. What if she had to sleep on the street! What an awful thought! Sucking in a deep breath she dropped her head and her red hair tumbled forward over her slender shoulders. Anastasia's sore red feet pounded on the ground and her large eyes closed tightly.
"Oooo," she sucked in a small breath. "I just...I know that..." She blinked when she noticed that she was back where she started! Gasping she threw her shoes on the ground, usually she tried to be a bit more agreeable however she had been walking for almost the entire day trying to find a way back to her family!
The bronze statue of her beautiful stepsister sat in front of her like it was mocking her. She supposed that she was being punished for being so mean. "It's not fair!" the redhead cried out as she collapsed in front of it resting her hands on the fountain she rested her forehead on the stone as she listened to the water. "It's not fair!" She banged her fist on the fountain once more and she turned before she brought her knees up and crossed her arms as she hunched forward in a rather unladylike manner.
Rubbing her nose again she sniffed wishing she had a handkerchief. "Where's a fairy godmother when you need one?" Pouting, she rubbed at her eyes with the back of her wrist. She really needed a fairy godmother too. Huh, she wondered what Cinderella did after they were so mean to her right before the ball?
She'd run outside to the garden and...The garden! Sucking in a breath she stood up and picked up her shoes. The sun was almost down! She had to get to a garden and cry and then a fairy godmother would come and take her back home!
"Ow!" tripping over her big feet she landed all but on her face. Pushing herself up she grunted. Or maybeif she stayed still like a good girl she'd get a fairy godmother. The Ugly Stepsister sat there, her skirt spread about her as she sighed. She'd just let her feet rest a while before she went anywhere. Scooting back towards the fountain she sighed.
The sun set past the great castle and it was dark, fear crept at the back of her neck. Ooo! She wasn't afraid of the dark, puffing out her chest the redhead pouted her red painted lips.