Snippet #1644279

Taara stared as the scene unfolded before her. All the new 'Alice's' were flocking to the March Hare's house like flies flock to a dead animal. She pulled her cape over her face as she walked the border, carefully as to get a better view through the slight gap in the door now. They all were watching Jonathan as he prepared them tea and threw things around his living area. She glanced around again to make sure she herself was not being watched.
After careful investigating she had discovered no one could tell where she was (or even that she existed) if she walked the border, not even the shadows of Crys. Despite her being careful enough to make the rulers think she had died when she got here, the new Alice's were putting a change in her strategy.
She winced as a cup shattered against the door and quickly pulled up her hood deciding to make her leave. There was no need for the others to know she existed, she would get them caught.
"Hopefully they can determine who is a friend . . . and who is a killer." she murmured thoughtfully as she started to wander down her path.