[This is one confused gal appearing in the mirror on the vine, scratching the back of her head as she thinks, her hair falling neatly over one eye]Well... okay, but I still think this is all a dream. Cats givin' ya messages an' tellin' ya 'ow ta work magical vines? Sounds like somethin' I'd come up with if I 'ad somethin' funny ta eat 'fore bed
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They're probably not here.
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... Smile? Is that you?
['Cept... Smile was a boy and that had been a girl... hadn't it?]
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S-"smile"? My apologies, but I don't think I know anyone by that name.
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... Same fancy english too.]
Sorry, ya look like a kid I know... 'Cept his 'air is shorter an' he 'as a grumpy expression all the time, like someone's tuggin' on 'is pants... 'Cept when he smiles. He 'as a cute smile.
Names Freckles!
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My name is Ci--. [She scrambled for a name, realizing that even if this doll didn't know the female her, she knew of the Queen's Watchdog, and that would just make it worse.] Cynthia. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Freckles. [She let her face move back into the frame, feeling safer, and tried to smile. It wasn't as bright as the one she'd given on her audition for the circus, but it was passable. She'd had a lot of practice faking them, after all.]
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Nice ta meetchya, Cynthia. 'Ey, ya got a brother named uh... wot was Smile's name... Finnian? Yea, 'at's wot 'e said 'is name was.
[She just has to run into Smile now, she found his long lost twin or something. This'd be amazing.]
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Oh, I haven't a brother, but I do have a cousin named Finnian. The last I had heard of him, he had run away to the circus! [That was plausible enough, wasn't it? This way she could play off any things she didn't know as the distance between relatives who weren't too close.]
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[She beams, believing everything said to her. Naive indeed. Nevermind she still mildly thinks this is all a dream.]
So... wot's this place, then?
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[She keeps up the smile, acting a bit nervous. She hopes it will throw off the girl enough to make "Cynthia" and "Smile" distinct and separate in her mind.]
This place is called "The Gardens." No one knows why we're here, but for some reason, there aren't any men at all. There doesn't seem to be a way out, either.
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Gardens, 'ey? Hmm, not somethin' I'd normally come up with in me dreams.
[She blinks to there being no guys, what really?... well, no big for her, it's the no way out thing that makes her frown]
Well, that can't be true, there's always a way out ov someplace. We aint in a giant box, right?
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...You aren't dreaming. This place has some kind of magic. There are a few places outside of the Gardens proprer, but the wolves drag us back here if we go too far.
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