*By a canal, no particular one, Oscar stands with the blank, near-frightened expression of the sheep. She grips in her hands a box wrapped in pink polka dots and striped ribbon, and her jaw hangs only slightly as a gondola floats past, leaving in its wake lingering notes from songs of love, youth. The man who rowed with his strong, tanned arms sang ( Read more... )

*Caketown was a hard environment to adjust to. The classroom parties that seemed to happen every week, featuring garish pinatas and fruit punch were more than a simple change from royal balls with bubbly, but at the very least she had some comforts from home ( Read more... )

*In the early evening, Oscar sits out in the school courtyard enjoying some wine. Though it's a bit dark out, the air is uncommonly temperate... She's quite comfortable at a lovely little garden table, the cast-iron chair is rather cozy in spite of its rather... ah, uh, Romanesque appearance. The spike-work in the back of the chair molds into a ( Read more... )

*Oscar is seated at a table in Caketown's rather large (though expectedly unpopulated) library, pouring over an impressive volume regarding Caketown's History. Every few minutes, they tiredly flip a page and continue scanning the book's contents with a sigh.*

*Much to the dismay of the startled Street Vendor, the newly arrived Oscar rides her white steed slowly through the streets of Caketown. The curious sound of its hooves clopping against the stone roads can be heard from a short distance as Oscar carefully surveys the area in an attempt to figure out just where she's wound up ( Read more... )