[On the vine, Beatrice can be seen sitting in an arbour at a teatable.]

Hmm, is it already the twenty-ninth in this place?  With the time discrepancy upon arrival, I very nearly missed the date.  After one thousand years, birthdays hardly matter, but even so, it would be sad to spend it entirely alone.

It really is too bad, a birthday is always the ( Read more... )

[Beatrice appears on the vine, looking a little frustrated at first, but quickly changing her expression to something more harsh, mocking and confident ( Read more... )