Snippet #1888329

Destra/Tweedle Dum

They had arrived at the place Rabbit had found them previously, the garden which was like an arena, very soon they would arrive at the home that the two shared. He wondered why he still lived with his brother when they clearly didn't get along but now wasn't really the time to worry about such trivial things.

"You have to promise to keep this place a secret," whispered Destra to Moonlight, not bothering to mention that just about everybody knew where the house was, "We don't normally allow girls but seeing as you're our princess we'll make an exception."

Turning a corner he walked up to a cottage that was nestled between two large gnarled trees. A path led from the front door to a little bridge which rose over a brook. Flowers grew all along the sides of the path and house, bluebells and forget-me-nots were the most common to be seen.

"Come on in," he said merilly, he truly was glad to be back home, "We can have elevenses and you can try my cake."

Sinistra/Tweedle Dee

Snatching a wild rose from a nearby bush he offered it to Moonlight.

"For you, princess," he said, smiling warmly.

Even though the brothers had a truce going on they still wanted to outdo each other and right now, getting Moonlight to like them was the only outlet for their competitive streak.

"You'll probably find my pastries a lot tastier," said Sinistra, giggling, "I just hope you're hungry."


Duchess Sophie

The Duchess laughed darkly, she like the look of hopelessness on the girl's face.

"Well it serves her right for being such a rude creature," she thought desicively.

Suddenly she felt something approach. Surely it couldn't be...

"Cheshire!" she cried, throwing the pepper grinder down and running towards the prescence.

She had seen the cat at the meeting with the Queen but hadn't had the chance to catch up. How she missed the days where he...she...it, had stayed by her side in the kitchen with her and her boy while the cook praised the wonders of pepper. At least she thought there had been days like that, now that she thought about it she couldn't quite remember, perhaps it had actually been a dream or a scene in one of her stories. She'd have to ask the cat when it arrived.