Ingress of the House of Arch (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
smallestopener) wrote2010-05-09 12:38 am
smallestopener) wrote2010-05-09 12:38 am
Trust dreams. Trust your heart, and trust your story.
Ingress had a brilliant birthday. She’s eleven. Eleven is nearly grown up! It’s also the year when children in the stories she’s read come into their own. Adventures begin, schooling starts, worlds are saved… she can hardly wait to see what will happen next.
Her party earlier was such fun. Door was almost nice to Puck; Ingress had worried a little about that after she invited him. But he was very nice and charming, and Tom was nice, too, and Puck helped Ingress steal lots of roses off the cake while Havelock talked to Tom and Door, and it was brilliant.
She ate far too much icing sugar, but Tom had the peppermint potion waiting for her when the party was over. She feels much better now. And she’s eleven!
It sounds so good in her head. Eleven, eleven, eleven.
She should have asked Mary to stay the night with her, she thinks, as she tosses and turns. She’s never going to fall asleep, even with staying up past her bedtime. Tom and Door insisted she go to bed after she started yawning. They can be so silly sometimes.
She tosses one more time, and she thinks, again, how impossible it will be to go to sleep tonight. Her eyelids flutter and close. It is not long before she’s deep in dreams.
Her party earlier was such fun. Door was almost nice to Puck; Ingress had worried a little about that after she invited him. But he was very nice and charming, and Tom was nice, too, and Puck helped Ingress steal lots of roses off the cake while Havelock talked to Tom and Door, and it was brilliant.
She ate far too much icing sugar, but Tom had the peppermint potion waiting for her when the party was over. She feels much better now. And she’s eleven!
It sounds so good in her head. Eleven, eleven, eleven.
She should have asked Mary to stay the night with her, she thinks, as she tosses and turns. She’s never going to fall asleep, even with staying up past her bedtime. Tom and Door insisted she go to bed after she started yawning. They can be so silly sometimes.
She tosses one more time, and she thinks, again, how impossible it will be to go to sleep tonight. Her eyelids flutter and close. It is not long before she’s deep in dreams.
Re: Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
"Maybe it's you?" The voice is quiet and smooth and teasing.
Re: Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
"I think you're Marian, instead."
Re: Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
And somehow the length of a gown that managed to both be perfectly fine and untangled by the tree and it's branches, and quite as there as it had appeared to have not been there during the first wave of looking.
"Perhaps, you are right. I do not seem to have blue hair."
Re: Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
"Hi!"
Re: Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
Re: Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
The tree is bedecked with apple blossoms now, and the white petals flake down over both of them.
Re: Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
"And other things, as well. It's important to go looking, for those things most hidden in places sometimes overlooked. Such wonders can be found in them."
Re: Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
She giggles as the giant purple butterfly, the one she's been following floats by. Its antennae dip down in a bow to Marian.
"I have to follow her," Ingress tells Marian, her arms slipping around her neck. "I'm looking for Megwyn. And hidden things."
Re: Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
"Go then, valiant one, and you will find all your heart seeks," is whispered close.