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Post by narissa on Oct 1, 2008 23:40:21 GMT -8
There was something to be said about magic- it was so simple to use yet fascinated hundreds. It was an elegant combination of wit, personality, power and intelligence. Mixing the right ingredients, summoning the right natural forces- it was a lot to think about.
So, one could always forgive the small mistakes or winding up in the wrong place. Or...sending someone to the wrong place. Either way, the girl was out of the way.
Of course there was still the issue of Queen Narissa's step son. The addled brained hero would most likely be dead set on saving his 'Giselle' and that was something that Narissa could -not- tolerate.
A small plop was heard in one of the coffee's at the cafe, the toonish visage of the darkly lovely Queen appeared within the dark brown liquid.
"This isn't the right place." the small reflection rubbed her forehead, "I am going to blame those nattering chipmunks." Hopefully Nathanial was around...somewhere.
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Post by nathaniel on Oct 2, 2008 23:22:14 GMT -8
By chance, Nathaniel--whose fanciful attire made him stand out in the crowd--was in the cafe at the time. He had passed by the cup of coffee that served as Narissa's window, but he didn't notice her then.
"Oh, pooh!" he exhaled. "Where could he be?" He brought his fidgety hands together, nervously searching about. He had to find Prince Edward--where was he?!
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