Upon finishing my strawberries, the dance finally took place meaning that fountain of fate, that was normally always crowded before the dance was empty and it was time for me to go into the palace. Standing up and dusting myself of the imaginary dirt ms. Ambrose saw me and waved me over. I smiled and hurried over to her side. She like everyone else had grown to like me without knowing of my rank, to them and the world I am but a traveling creature, who never uses any form of weapon or magic, harmless and kind to all who crosses my path. Once I reached her, she took me into her arms and held me close. After letting me go she took my hands and smiled from ear to ear.
“Darling Alice, when did you arrive! It's been years since I last saw you! Here let me have a good look at you” she said in excitement,
I smiled and gave her a small turn. While not much has changed in bloodrose I know I have. In 6 yrs I have grown into what most humans and creatures alike would call a goddess. My hair, that once bull and lifeless, was now a silk-like form in bark color, that reached my middle back. My eyes, once a grey color, over time turned into bright blue eyes, like those of my mother. My body to say the least, compared to my 12-year-old body has changed dramatically. It makes sense with all the growing and such, I've been told that if Aphrodite was alive I would have beaten her for status as a god. Which is funny when you think about it.
“Beautiful absolutely beautiful, you're a vision
my dear a true vision...but my goodness Alice where is your gown for the dance!”
Oh right, I wasn't wearing one. I had arrived from the earth in their attire a simple off the shoulder blush shirt, a pair of grey skinny jeans and nude like flats, with my backpack that held only a few personal items.
“Well, ms. Ambrose, I don't have a dress” I smiled nervously as I rubbed my hand over my arm. She sighed and nodded her head before taking my hand once again and pulling me into her cafe. She's known for having the best tea and coffee in the universe. Walking in your hit with thousands if smells, but the most powerful smell is that if the tea of royals, the rose-amber, named after its creator of course. it's a secret mixture she had made by accident one day in her shop, though she did tell me it involved earl grey and rose leaves that's about it. There are 5 ingredients that go into it but in a certain order and certain time, one small mistake such as a few seconds too early or too late and the whole thing goes to waste. I've tried to make it once, didn't end well. Ambrose lead me upstairs to what was her apartment, like the flower in her name it was decorated with roses. Not too many where it would look crowded or disorderly but just the right amount. Her apartment looked straight from the Victorian era, very beautiful, it went well with her white roses. Sitting me down in her fainting chair. She disappeared into her bedroom. Looking around I noticed a few things that weren't there the last time I was here. I noticed from far a small gold box hidden and tucked away in the corner of an old bookshelf she had in her living room. Before I could look some more, she arrived with a chest and set it down in front of me. Tilting my head confused, she sat down in a chair diagonal to mine and motioned me to open it. The chest seemed old, it was covered in dust, blowing some off, I noticed the chest had a gold outline that was heavily adorned in gems, the wood used was from a rare pine that was only found in the farthest planet of our galaxy. It was nearly impossible to find and successfully retrieve without damaging the pine, it was known as Sinclair wood. Fraile to the touch and easily broken, but once burned by fire, it is even stronger than steel.
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