Room 511, Saturday Night
When Alice had awakened Saturday morning, she had discovered an older lady, curled on the foot of her bed. She had assumed that this was some friend of Francine's who was particularly bad with personal space.
"Might I ask why you are in my bed?" she had managed, and the woman had bowed her head, solemnly.
"My dear, where else should I be?"
Alice had then assumed that the woman was, of course, some subject of Wonderland. "Would you be so good as to tell me what I am to call you?"
The woman had seemed very amused at that. "Have you tired of calling me Dinah? I have become accustomed to it."
Dinah had found herself rather joyfully embraced, at that.
After a long day of much chattering and showing Dinah around the island -- which Dinah had insisted was unnecessary, as she had seen a great deal of it while cat-sized, but Alice stated that it couldn't possibly look the same to taller eyes -- both girl and former-cat were quite tired.
"Are you certain that I ... can't fetch you anything?" Alice asked, for the hundredth time, a rather pronounced yawn almost derailing her train of thought.
Dinah had clambored onto the bed, sniffing at the corners carefully, then flopping down next to Alice and placing an arm around her. "Sleep, little one."
Alice smiled as she remembered a very long time ago, when her mother would come into her room when she had nightmares, and hold her much the same way.
She slept easily, and for once, none of her dreams were ill.
(OOC: only establishy, as I meant to post this earlier and failed, miserably, at doing so. Dinah will be out and about tomorrow.)
"Might I ask why you are in my bed?" she had managed, and the woman had bowed her head, solemnly.
"My dear, where else should I be?"
Alice had then assumed that the woman was, of course, some subject of Wonderland. "Would you be so good as to tell me what I am to call you?"
The woman had seemed very amused at that. "Have you tired of calling me Dinah? I have become accustomed to it."
Dinah had found herself rather joyfully embraced, at that.
After a long day of much chattering and showing Dinah around the island -- which Dinah had insisted was unnecessary, as she had seen a great deal of it while cat-sized, but Alice stated that it couldn't possibly look the same to taller eyes -- both girl and former-cat were quite tired.
"Are you certain that I ... can't fetch you anything?" Alice asked, for the hundredth time, a rather pronounced yawn almost derailing her train of thought.
Dinah had clambored onto the bed, sniffing at the corners carefully, then flopping down next to Alice and placing an arm around her. "Sleep, little one."
Alice smiled as she remembered a very long time ago, when her mother would come into her room when she had nightmares, and hold her much the same way.
She slept easily, and for once, none of her dreams were ill.
(OOC: only establishy, as I meant to post this earlier and failed, miserably, at doing so. Dinah will be out and about tomorrow.)