"Good thing the Bloodhound is one of us" The Dormouse quipped, her sunny smile suddenly fading, "Or you'd be..." She frowned, raised her hand to her throat, swiping a finger across her neck and making a quiet sliging noise, her damp curls hanging low to match her new unhappy expression.
The March Hair brought his hand up to his glasses, pushing them up the bridge of his nose as he spoke, actually sounding slightly more sane for once.
"Best take him to Marmoreal" he muttered, looking down the the small boy upon the table, He'll be safe with the White Queen"
Ciel looked up to him, glade to hear something that wasn't entirely insane or based around tea.
"Will she help me wake up?" He asked, hoping to make some sense out of anything in this place.
There were two Queens here? Well, at least they had some authority. Perhaps this one would make more sense of things, after the hellish things he had been told about the Red Queen.
"HEHEHEHEHE...Spoon..." Said the March Hare, lifting a spoon to his face and staring at it with yellow eyes. The Mad Hatter nodded, placing his hat in front of Ciel.
"Yes, yes of course. Your carriage, my lord~" He smiled at him. "Anyone can go by horse or rail, but the best way to travel is by hat....Have I made a rhyme?" As soon as Ciel climbed onto the hat, the dormouse shoved him out of the way, running towards it.
"Oooh!!! I love traveling by hat!!" she giggled, before the crow demon stopped her.
"Sorry, Liz." He said. "Just Ciel, please." The dormouse huffed, annoyed, and climbed off again. She glared jealously at Ciel as the Hatter swung the hat and Ciel up onto his head.
"Fairfarren, all~!" The butler sang, and started off into the woods.
The Hatter sauntered through the Tugley woods at a jaunty pace. Low branches brushed by over head and sunlight trickled through green leaves. It was surprisingly peaceful, considering Ciel had nearly been eaten by a bandersnatch, and taken prisoner by a Knave. The Hatter muttered something, but the words he could make out, sounded like nonsense:
"Twas brillig, and the slithy toves,
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgrabe."
He warbled on, like a child reciting a poem he'd memorized in school.
"Sorry? What was that?" The Phantomhvie boy asked, walking around the rim of the butler's hat. "What was what?" Sebastian replied, in a deep, Scottish voice, then he continued, staring straight ahead with bright crimson eyes.
"The Jaberwock with eyes of flame.
The jaws that bite.
The claws that catch.
Beware of the Jabberwock, my son,
and the Frumious Bandersnatch.
He took his vorpal Sword in hand.
The Vorpal sword blade went snicker-snack.
He left it dead, and with its head,
He went galumping back."
"Its all about you, you know?" He finished. It all sounded mad to him, all of these tell tale words and lyrics. Though everything was made. They were all mad here.
The small, or rather, even smaller boy sat atop the fabric of the hat, leaning against its tall frame before crawling his way move to the rim, his small fingers clenching to the sides as he peered down to the other who had finnished with reciting his idiotic sounding poem.
