Sighing, Alice glanced down the oak tree at her instructor, Margaret, who was drawing on about some pointless war in the history of God-knows-where.
"Excuse me, Margaret, but is this lesson necessary?"
"Alice, of course it is! Don't be silly! Now, pay attention!"
Alice rolled her eyes, and continued to weave the flower crown of white blossoms, her fingers moving swiftly to slip the short stems of the flowers together, creating a strong bond. As the last daisy was threaded into the crown, she placed it on Dinah's small head. The auburn cat look confusedly at Alice, her shining turquoise eyes wide and puzzled. Dinah cocked her head, letting the flower crown fall to the ground.
"Alice! Stop playing around!"
Margaret shouted as the bunch of flowers landed beside her. The instructor let out a long breath of disappointment.
"Alright, then. Join me for a stroll through the garden, please, Alice."
Alice obeyed, sliding down the smooth caramel bark of the oak tree until she landed on the ground with a soft thump. She reached up into the branches, and wrapped her hands around Dinah's chest, her fingers gripping the kitten's soft underarms.
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The Insurgence of the Ivory
FantasyPerhaps Wonderland isn't as lovely as it seems? She was seventeen when she fell down the rabbit hole. Well, she didn't fall, so much as been led to the tunnel by a strange man who wore excessive amounts of colourful makeup. Now, caught in a strange...
