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“You are joking, right, my love? I’m certain your graciousness knows no bounds but--” They’d been compiling a list of guests to the wedding-- and Cinderella had winded him with her offhanded suggestion. Obviously a joke, of course-- to consider letting those women into the castle.

rumor has it!

“They say a god walks among us,” Dionysus--Dionysia here, something ambrosial to the ears--whispered, leaning herself against the corner and turning to look at Ella.

❝ Do you not use a dinglehopper to style your hair? ❞

Admiration and delight were plain on her face as she looked over Cinderella’s lantern, which had been folded with care and ease. “Oh, it’s so lovely! A truly beautiful piece.” The maiden was quite happy with her own lantern, too. A few light pink paper flowers had been glued to adorn it, and now Giselle busied herself folding one last flower-- the final touch.

° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

“Very soundly in a nice, warm bed,” Rumpelstiltskin replied almost immediately, his voice light and jaunty–deceptively friendly, even against the bitter cold and quiet rage of Cinderella’s own. Just to nettle her further he added, “It’s not fireplace, to be sure, but I find it gets the job done!”