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[returnedfromoz]

It had been a while since Dorothy had learned that this new place she had found herself in was not, in any way, shape, or form, a part of Oz.  It was not one of the countries beyond it's borders, and that  beach thankfully had nothing to do with the Deadly Desert.   That hadn't, however, stopped her from frequently checking any mirrors she came

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[neverlanded]

Now, one must know that first and foremost, Wendy Darling had spent a great deal of her first days on this island exploring and such. It was all that she really could do, explore and meddle just a bit, and get the lay of the that was to hold her adventures.

There were a good deal of people, of all shapes and sorts, and well, she took most of them in with a very astute sorts of eagerness. It was what any writer and adventuress would do. Today she saw another girl, a little bit younger than herself, coming at a different sort of angle and of course, she gave a bit of a polite wave. "Hello!" she said, smiling brightly at the native.

[returnedfromoz]

Hello. Dorothy never, ever got tired of Hello's. A smile lit her face, and she turned in the direction of the voice. The girl she saw standing there was very pretty -- at least, Dorothy thought so -- and Dorothy's light eyes lit up. She'd never known so many girls so near her age, and to see another one... well, her delight was imeasurable.

"Hello!" she cried in return, and waved enthusiastically. "We're going down to the beach!" she said, speaking for herself, and the little terrier at her feet. "To build sand castles! Would you like to come?"

[neverlanded]

Most girls her own age were, well, to put it quite honestly, a bit drab and definitely dull and prone to doing things like needlework and actually enjoying it.

"Of course, that would be simply marvellous," she exclaimed, nodding at the girl and the small hound, remembering her own dog, Nana who was back comforting her collective of brothers in the nursery very far away. "I have never built a sandcastle before."

[returnedfromoz]

"Neither have I," Dorothy confessed, "But I've seen people doing it while I was looking for sea-shells. I've never been to a beach before this one. It seems like fun, in a tricky sort of way. The way you mix sand and water together, and it sticks just so."

It was then that the small dog barked, to make himself known. Dorothy was thankful for him really, because without him she found she often forgot to introduce herself, since no one here asked for her name, it seemed.

"My name's Dorothy Gale. I'm from Kansas. And this is Toto," she said, motioning to the dog. "What's your name?"