02-21-2013, 05:44 AM
Allen nodded politely as his mother yammered on and on and on. Future parties and chances to raise in social standings. It was the tumult of his expected duties. He barely held his polite enthusiasm until he could escape his mother's graces. He snuck his secret bag out of the cubby hole near the door eager to get out onto the roads and out onto his family's vast grounds. When out of site he turned the bag inside out. A commoner hat and wrap around short cloak. It would help hide his standing from distant eyes at least. He sighed finally giving into a real smile for the first time in what seemed like weeks. When he was out here alone, there were no expectations, no one trying to get the better of him, no one using him for anything. Just himself and the laws of the wild. Well at least as wild as his Father's lands where. He particularly liked this forest on the land. It seemed a bit more untamed, the trees old and gnarled like the wrinkles of an exceptionally old man.
It was dull dull dull dull dullllll. Flamingo croquet was so not in season, life and death chess seemed dull and no one had given him an excuse to off with their heads. Dull day indeed. What was a king of hearts to do. He could think of nothing that interested him, he had done everything over and over. He needed something new, something exciting. Or at least order someone to find him something new and exciting to play with, and if they failed he could at least chop there head off.
"Whitey!" he called the nickname of one of his servants. He didn't like to use first names. It wouldn't do for the common rabble to believe themselves on any equal footing.
Meral or doormouse as he was often called, dozed happily in a teapot. Normally he wouldn't fit, but as part of his mouse magic he could change size from a typical mouse to the size of a young boy. It was a nice warm day and he had a little too much sweetcake along with the usual tea this afternoon. Tea parties at the mad hatters were a bit random as is the Hatter himself. Still it was a decent place to be as long as he stayed a bit out of radar. he did scare easily a bit of left over trauma from his childhood, not that he was a man, he was still pretty young, but he liked to think he was plenty old. He dreamed happily thinking of sweets he would eat later.
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