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Duchess Sophie

The Duchess looked away from Belca as the girl claimed that she could defeat the Jaberwocky with ease.

"No, you couldn't," she whispered sadly, feeling tears begin to form in her eyes, tears she hoped the girl couldn't see.

She thought it was admirable that the girl thought she could take on the Jabberwocky and win but that just showed how much she was underestimating the fearsome creature, despite the fact that this girl had a rude streak in her almost as long as the Queen's hair, the Duchess knew that she would rather die than she her taken over by the blight that was the Jabberwocky.

"Fancesco!" exclaimed the Duchess, pulling herself together, "What a marvelous name, we can call him France for short. Now that reminds me of a song."

She absentmindedly began humming the Lobster Quadrille while nibbling on a cake, it really was a lovely song and was a spectacular sight when everybody danced.

"Well now, dinner should be ready soon," said the Duchess, "How about we train a little untill then."

Without waiting for an answer she opened the door to the conservatory and walked outside, picking up her croquet malet on the way. While she waited for the girl to follow she affectionately rubbed a momerath between the ears.

"I expect you to come at me with everything you've got," she called out, "Don't hold back or you'll regret it."

Looking forward to the match she readied herself, smiling. Belca would be in for a rude awakening she was sure.


Isaiah "Grey" Gris

"Well, I think so anyway," said Grey, a little doubtfully, "Sorry if I seemed obsessed with the subject, I just felt that it was an important part of who I am and wanted to know."

Grey looked away, still aware of the heat in his cheeks. He turned his mind to Absolem's riddle, it was a fairly simple one when you thought about it.

"An echo," he said, distracted by the cat jumping down from the tree with a girl in his arms.

He noticed that the girl looked a little scared, perhaps she was nervous about meeting new people too? But then again, he supposed that he would be scared to fall from that hight, especially in the arms of someone a odd as Cheshire.

"I know trust should be an issue," he whispered to Absolem, "But don't you think everyone deserves a chance?"

What was he saying? Absolem probably knew better so why couldn't he just accept what the man was saying but try as he might, he couldn't manage to block off his desire to trust Cheshire and the new girl.

"Rhia," he said quietly, trying to get used to the name, "Um, it's nice to meet you."

Wary of Cheshire's warning, he timidly held out his hand.