Oct 08, 2009 17:11
[Giselle yawns and stretches, only to find her arms are blocked by something. Confused, she looks around to see she's in some kind of box apparently weaved out of twigs and flowers. Sunlight is leaking through the sides. She pushes the lid off - what happened to her bed? Why is she in a box?
With a proper stretch, she looks around to see several woodland animals staring up at her with wide eyes. Though she didn't know it, her earlier stretches have turned on her 'bracelet.']
Hello, everyone! Did you build this for me?
[The animals indicate yes, and they seem almost frightened.]
Thank you! It's a beautiful ... box. I appreciate it!
[With some difficulty, she gets out, and a flower falls off her chest.]
What? Oh! Thank you! Oh, my goodness, I'm hungry. I'll be back out for my, um, box, later, okay?
[With a brilliant smile and wave, she heads back to the House, glancing over her shoulder. The shape of the box is oddly, morbidly familiar, and she shivers before going back inside.]
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