66 is a rite of passage

[theoniongirl]

[written] January 11

[there's no year. What purpose did years have in a place that mixed and matched them at will? But the date was important. Somehow it seemed more so, with the journals empty. Like starting over, though her old journal sat next to her on the table, a reminder.

Pencil still in hand, she switches to speaking, musing as much to herself as to the castle at large]

Sometimes it feels like everything is made up of chapters in a book. They're all connected, but each one is something...new.

I've been here two years now, today. I'm still not sure if it feels like a long time or barely a breath...and now the castle seems to want a fresh start.

[she smiles, and it's evident in her voice as she starts to doodle a little twig man in the margin...her first sketch in the new book] I wonder how this chapter will go?

[OOC: As I'm not sure when I will be unable to comment here any longer, threads have been set up here for anyone who wants to continue them]

Comments

[fishy_go_byebye]

[A giggle, and a swirly doodle]

Maybe we'll get name tags.

[theoniongirl]

Only if I get to decorate mine.

[fishy_go_byebye]

Promise to make it effervescent ~?

[theoniongirl]

With sparkles.

How are you, Del?

[fishy_go_byebye]

My nose itches...

[theoniongirl]

They say that means someone's thinking about you.

[fishy_go_byebye]

Bet it's the mice that aren't really.

[theoniongirl]

Friendly mice, I hope?

[fishy_go_byebye]

Only when they get their cheese~!

[theoniongirl]

I guess we'll have to stock up, then.

[fishy_go_byebye]

And moats. Lots of moats.

[theoniongirl]

I thought we were avoiding moats? If you've changed your mind, I might need more towels.

[fishy_go_byebye]

They would mop up all the soup and makes us popsicles.

[theoniongirl]

We'll have to visit the Seasons room to thaw out a little.

[fishy_go_byebye]

We could build snowmen~

[theoniongirl]

Shall I stock up on carrots?

[fishy_go_byebye]

Yes. And Faeries.

[theoniongirl]

I don't think they'd like to be kept. It might be cruel to trap fairies in one place.

[fishy_go_byebye]

Alight and let them fly~