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Sebastian found himself in the middle of a party all lined with people dressed in blue. He made his way over to one of the tables lined with treats of all sizes, shapes, and colors. He moved his hands over the assortment like a pianist waving their fingers over keys in a symphony of music. Except Sebastian’s song was singing out choices, choices, choices. He finally decided on what appeared to be a chocolate treat and held it up to his nose, savoring in the delicious smell. He wouldn’t wait to dig in but before he could, he noticed someone staring.

@spiritofalice

Whitney White always had a sense when the anniversary was catching up on her and her family. The darkness that she fought to keep away from more of her heart crept and taunted, causing her chest to ache right before the day. Maybe it was her conscience that kept time and counted down until that dreaded February day. Most everyone dressed in blue, usually bright or in the middle, rarely dreary. It was the only day that she wanted to dress all black. They say time heals and makes you numb to the accident, occurrence. Sadly it wasn’t the case for Whitney. 

The rabbit had been mindlessly walking in the Fevered Forrest, clutching a bouquet of mixed wild flowers and peach roses. Her plan was to follow the energy of the woods until she came to a spot that felt in some way connect to the departed Alice Kingsley. She had heard of the sightings of her ghost, but knew she nor her husband were worthy of her presence. If only she could have done something to change the outcome. Perhaps her thinking was naive to believe she could lessen her guilt with paying her dues again and flowers this time around. Now she was a mile or so away from the path and her steps seemed to take her nowhere. Her negativity and regret were too busy eating away at her for any productive thoughts to form to keep her on her mission.

The tired and lonely woman stopped finally after some time and sat down on a tree stump. Her shoulders drooped and her hand went up to support her chin as she stared into the distance. “I’m so sorry, Alice,” her voice weak and dry, before she closed her eyes. There was no saving her marriage, at least not restoring it to its former wonderful state. She couldn’t face leaving Wallace though. Instead, she would avoid him until this depressing day passed yet again.

For two such strong-minded individuals, each with a different agenda, any time spent in the other’s company was too much. In the past, Lance found it was incredibly difficult to spend any time with the captain of the king’s guard without wanting to scream. It was hard to like someone when they regularly tore your home apart and arrested your friends. Fianna was wild and reckless and so stubbornly logical. The Welcomer wasn’t so sure she even possessed a heart. They had never really gotten along anyway, Gideon always pinning against each other. He could hardly stand her loyalty to a king that was so unbalanced. She worshiped a man whose crown was studded with the souls of the lives he had stolen.

When he accepted the position of Ambassador, he hadn’t thought about how much time he’d be forced to be with the woman. His new position in the government put them in the same room far too often. The ever-emotional man didn’t want to be followed around by a woman who couldn’t shed a tear for the pain she’d helped cause. But he didn’t have a say in the matter. Almost anytime he was on Palace grounds, she was right there with him. He had to negotiate with her to get even the slightest amount of time alone. They both had to get used to that and eventually even found it bearable.

One thing led to another and well...

Now, Lance was totally whipped. He stood in his kitchen, heating up the kettle to make them both tea as he read over that morning’s White Rabbit. Fianna was still enjoying her break from the guards, fast asleep on the other side of the house. He nearly choked seeing the front page, knowing Fianna would lose it when she heard of Jensen’s announcement. If she didn’t already know Pouring the tea into two cups and heading back towards the back of the house, he tucked the paper underneath his arm. 

Walking back into the bedroom to give her the other cup, his kind gesture was met with immediate retribution. Fianna balled up his shirt and hurled it at his face, her aim as true as ever. “Fi! What could I possibly have done now?” He complained, scarcely managing not to drop both mugs. Her taunting never seemed to end. Still, he sat on her side of the bed, placing her glass on the nightstand, before handing her the paper. “Did you know about this?” He asked, taking a sip of his own tea before absentmindedly leaning forward to kiss her forehead. 

Still, she forced a smile for the stranger in front of her, nodding to answer their question. “Oh of course, I feel so honored that the paper has done so well. It is so hard to believe we’ve only been at it for three years.” She said, glancing over her shoulder for an escape route or for someone to come to her rescue. 

@son-ofthe-sea

Alyse had dropped off her gift at the Tree Giving- and selected her own. She waited to open until she was home where she contently plopped down with her gift in her lap planning to open it. Of course, she didn’t open it right away. Alyse tried to pick out what it could be. It was a smaller gift- so it couldn’t be anything over the top. But it could be plenty of things still. It was small and fairly light. She couldn’t help trying to figure it out, despite the fact that the giver would have absolutely no idea who she was so they couldn’t pick something out. So why should she assume it would be something she would even like? Then again, she wasn’t a difficult person to please, the fact that someone had taken the time to leave a gift made it special.

So, finally she slid a delicate finger under the corner of the wrapping and plucked it away from it’s companion corner. From there she didn’t take the time to keep it all together, however she didn’t just tear through it. She picked up the bracelett in awe. It was so pretty- and the pearls were gorgeous. She suddently felt bad for leaving just a journal behind- but quickly pushed it out of her mind as she admired the bracelet. It was beautiful and she quite pleased with it.