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⚛ “Rapunzel!” Varian bounded toward her a tad out of breath carrying an annoyed looking Ruddiger under one arm. “Sorry I’m late there was an incident with a fruit cart that we are very sorry about,” he stressed the last bit with a firm glance at the raccoon, who simply huffed and looked away. “So I got a bit held up.” 

He plopped Ruddiger back onto his shoulder but the critter simply sagged like a sack of potatoes, clearly still annoyed. 

“Thanks for coming out to meet me today. I wanted your opinion. I know it is like way to early to be thinking about the holidays but... I didn’t get to have Hanukkah with my dad last year... you know... because....”

He looked away unable to really finish the sentence. 

“But, he’s back now! And I am no longer in jail!” He hesitated, looking to her for some sort of confirmation, as if half expecting the princess to change her mind and toss him back in the dungeon on a whim. 

Too much coal here to nearly set the baker on fire when he opened the oven to put in a batch of treats. A loosened wheel there to nearly send a cart crashing into people. There were even a couple instances of molten metal nearly being sent pouring onto either the blacksmith himself or another others nearby. There were so many opportunities to cause trouble in this place which Cheshire was absolutely loving. Even if each attempt hadn’t gone exactly the way he’d like it to it was still amusing none the less.

The tip of his fluffy tail flicks in thought as he looks down upon the latest incident he’d cause from his perch atop a near-by roof. People were in a riot, a carriage with the latest shipment of weapons for the royal guard had lost control, crashing into a wall soon enough sending most of the weapons within flying about. Right in the middle of a giant crowd too. 

However, the end result wasn’t at all what the cat had been hoping for. Still it had at least caused some damage to both area as well as the people around so there was that. “Hmmm, some injuries at least so it could’ve been better but, I’ll take it for now I guess.” Cheshire muses with a small huff following.

Despite the others word Sigil’s teal eyes turn to the now ruined painting. The squirrel in her arms was glancing about curiously, unaware that the paint covering his paws and fur was now getting all over the unicorn’s arms as well as her dress. But Sigil didn’t mind, she still felt bad about what happened. Poor Chitters had gotten a bit spooked by something and tripped all over the paint supplies before attempting to climb onto the canvas thus, smearing paint all over it. “It’s very pretty though...or rather...it was anyway...” She adds with a sheepish shrug as she looked back over to the brunette.

“Geeze, you cause one little fire in one little room in one gigantic castle...”

     ❛ i guess i never really thought of it that way. dad . . . dad always told me the same thing. that you can be brave and afraid. i never believed him though. he didn’t seem like he was scared of anything. ❜

     ❛ it’s just hard you know ? to let yourself be afraid. because letting yourself be afraid means that you’re admitting that you need help and that’s . . . that’s so hard sometimes. ❜

Lumi carefully tiptoed on the polished marble floors, slipping out of the kitchen with leftover bread, an apple, and cookies all stuffed in the pockets of her dress. Sneaking out of Millicent’s room was always easy, and so was getting to where she needed to go; she memorized the guards’ patterns and footsteps well enough, and she always picked the shifts were the kitchen wasn’t crowded.

Normally she’d be trying to find her way back to Millicent’s room before anyone noticed. But it was such a nice day and the castle was so big, the fae child decided to carefully wander the palace. Quietly munching on her bread and making sure to cling to the shadows, Lumi enjoyed waddling through the palace her own pace. But when the child dropped her apple and saw it roll away from her, she chased after it with haste only to bump into someone once she retrieved her treat.