The sorcerer approaches with a weightless gait, fit for a noble, or someone just as vain, having spotted the stranger. His gaze is bright and polite, manners and charm well-honed, as he addresses her. " And who might you be? "
一 from Howl @spiritedwithin
𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐀𝐈'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐎 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄'𝐒, though she is just a servant — the castle a supposed home, a prison in reality ; ornate doors are opened by bandaged hands, fingers trembling with effort & mind wanders if the bones are broken from the painful grasp of the earth - gifted.
glass eyes follow the voice, travel from formalwear fit for a noble up to the motley coat that makes the valet smile ; it's so pretty, she thinks, but not speaks aloud whilst stepping aside to make room for the sorcerer ( they rarely smile, alice realizes ; kai's face a constant frown & jack's a wolfish grin ) — with the man in the castle, suddenly, all feels warm & welcoming.
“good morning!” alice greets with a smile & her cheeks flush in excitement for rarely is she allowed to meet & join in conversations — a curtsy follows with introductions, voice soft like velvet and sweet like candy. “i'm alice, kai's valet — i'm sorry master is not home yet to greet you personally. may i take your coat? would you like some tea?”
⸻ unprompted, @spiritedwithin.
