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Alyss is settling into a room of the Mansion that she has claimed as her own. The room has arranged itself into a comforting combination of the quarters she had years ago in Heart Palace and the room she took after her adoption into the Liddell family and Alyss herself can be found seated in a chair.
A thousand thoughts flood her mind and her lips are pursed, and she seems to be sketching, absently. She hasn't sketched the Heart Palace in ages, but her memories of it are clear enough. Hatter is here, and a few others seem to know who she is. Or at least, they know the girl that Charles Dodgson painted her to be, which isn't her at all.
Hatter is here. He must be thinking of ways to return the pair of them to Wonderland, surely. Her mind races, recalls places and people and things she dismissed (with much reluctance) as dreams. Somewhere in the back of her mind she dances with an eleven year old boy, asks him to be her King. She remembers her birthday, remembers Redd and she's quiet, lips pursed as she sketches.
She would adore to be bothered of course.
A thousand thoughts flood her mind and her lips are pursed, and she seems to be sketching, absently. She hasn't sketched the Heart Palace in ages, but her memories of it are clear enough. Hatter is here, and a few others seem to know who she is. Or at least, they know the girl that Charles Dodgson painted her to be, which isn't her at all.
Hatter is here. He must be thinking of ways to return the pair of them to Wonderland, surely. Her mind races, recalls places and people and things she dismissed (with much reluctance) as dreams. Somewhere in the back of her mind she dances with an eleven year old boy, asks him to be her King. She remembers her birthday, remembers Redd and she's quiet, lips pursed as she sketches.
She would adore to be bothered of course.