Alice would have loved this place - she would watch with the intense wonder and curiosity in her small little eyes. She would ask perhaps millions of questions or perhaps be quiet, watch in wonder. Or perhaps, she would enjoy having conversations with the other guests over tea, while talking of the planetary system. With much limited knowledge she had â she was only a child after all.
A child who deserved happiness, not sadness. Not to be entangled into a war of survival â when she was barely just a ghost hanging onto nothing⌠Hanging onto her only friend, twin⌠Servant.
( failure of a friend, twin, servant )
And Caster canât imitate what they donât know, cannot see, nor will be able ever to. But they think to themselves, perhaps Alice would have liked this â the whole reason they came to enter the activities of this festival⌠was to give away for Alice to enjoy the pleasantries of life.
Even if she wasnât here â Caster would do it for her â in fact they were doing it only for her, only for her. Their one and only.
They could only wonder if it was enough, and were quite very distracted to not notice the human man hovering over them â only for their senses to be triggered immediately at being picked up.
âAre you quite daft sir? You dare pick me up, call me ordinary, without even bothering to askâ or even give much thought to leave me alone?â Their voices projected loudly, as they floated out of his hands. âI think however your greatest sin is calling me ordinary! How cruel can humans be! Ordinary? Iâm a story book for childrenâ I ought to believe thatâs something special!â
For a brief, fleeting moment, Garry assumed another person was speaking to him; quickly turning his head over his shoulder in an attempt to face who had approached him.. but.. no one was there. It was not until the voice had pointedly said they had been picked up, that he had called them ordinary that he finally realized where it was coming from; blinking back towards the book just as it floated out of his hands.
âH-hieeeee?!â shock immediately filtered through the man, causing him to jump back and unfortunately fall on his behind; the entire time unable to pry his eyes away from the book now suspended in the air.
âY-you can speak?! .. n-no, rather, youâre alive..?!â was it his destiny to be plagued by strange things like this? First the paintings that came to life, and now a book..? What on earth could be next?
â.. to be quite honest, Iâve never thought of a book as anything but ordinary..â though perhaps it was not wise of him to act sarcastic with how angry he had made the object before him, clearing his throat in hopes that the quiet comment had gone unheard. âE-erm, though, my intention was not to offend you.. I-I did not realize that you were here of your own accord, but I suppose.. this place has the ability to bring anyone here, doesnât it..?â
That didnât entirely bode well for Garry as he finally found the strength to stand again, dusting off his pants as he straightened.. just a fair bit back away from Nursery Rhyme.
âAre you.. enchanted? Iâve never met anything like you before..â he couldnât recall seeing anything like them in the gallery, either-- though Ib had come across an odd book herself, its contents had always gone unknown to Garry, perhaps for good reason.