No Strings (ATTN: Eilonwy)

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The little wooden boy had wandered off yet again. Of course, it was really beyond his control; he had just been given life very recently, and so he was practically a naive, curious child. He could speak fluently, yet his mind was very premature and always active.

He skipped exaggeratedly, and his was 'click-clacky' while in motion, obviously because of his wooden body. He wore a jovial expression on his face, indicating that he was happy and didn't have a care in the world. He was truthfully lost, yet it didn't matter to him; he was exploring a world new to him.

Eventually, he skipped on the premises of a scenic castle. He noticed the large structure, and stopped to stare at it.

"Gol-ly!" he exclaimed. "A big house!"

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Eilonwy never liked the castle. In fact, Eilonwy had never liked anything about being a princess. She didn't like the crowns. She didn't like the beds. She didn't like having her hair washed everyday, even if it wasn't needed. And she despised the ladies maids. They were so annoying with their all their gossip and idle chatter. Not that Eilonwy minded idle chatter. She was a partaker in the activity herself. But it was different with them.

With all this hatred, it was no surprise that Eilonwy had taken the first chance to sneak out of the dreaded place. The princess carefully climbed out of the window and into the tree, making her way to the ground. People were very stupid, putting a window near a tree. Or was the tree near the window. It didn't matter really. Either way it was a daft idea. One should have known someone such as herself would be able to sneak out using the window. Or perhaps such behavior was un-ladylike. Of course, one should have taken into consideration that Eilonwy had never been fond of anything that had to do with being a lady. Anyway, the Llyrian princess carefully jumped out of said tree when she felt comfortable with the height, landing softly.

Making her way, to the front of the castle, the girlsaw a young boy. A young wooden boy at that. It baffled the blonde. She had never seen a wooden anything. Or at least anything that wasn't a puppet. But this boy had no strings. It was very confusing. Perhaps it was just an illusion.

As she got closer, she came to the conclusion that this was not merely a figment of her imagination. Eilonwy approached the puppet boy thing.

"Hello," she said in the friendliest tone she could muster.

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Pinocchio had his back facing Eilonwy when the princess had approached. After hearing the sweet voice, the animated puppet turned his head 180 degrees, but his body from the neck-down remained motionless.

Turning one's head in a complete circle, let alone 180 degrees, was of course physically impossible for a human. This character trait served as further evidence that this was a living puppet!

"Oh!" the boy exclaimed with an elated, 'Gee whiz!' tone in his voice. His body turned to match his head, which stared at the taller Eilonwy. "Hello!" he politely responded. He straightened his legs, rose to the front of his shoes and reached as high as he could, just to simply wave at the pretty girl. After flapping his gloved hand a few times, he couldn't help but eye curiously at the girl.

"Are you a boy?" he asked. But after staring intensely at the princess, he childishly grinned and cupped his mouth with a hand, stifling a giggle. "Gee, you're not a boy! You're a... girl!" The tone in his voice wasn't condescending at all, nor was it deliberately offensive; he merely sounded as if he was the most ignorant, unknowing child one could meet. It was almost as if this wooden boy was born yesterday.

"I'm Pinocchio!" the wooden boy said after he finished giggling. "Say hello," he repeated, recalling the time when Geppetto told him to say hello.

To a complete stranger, this living puppet would have undeniably come off as highly puzzling.

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Eilonwy had a hard time stifling her laughter. It wasn't a surprise. She often had the same problem in the castle, although she hadn't been laughing quite as often as she did at Caer Dallben. It wasn't as if there was much to laugh about. And so laughing now brought upon a feeling of joy, something else she had found was absent in her life.

However, the dear was quite amusing. Then again, he was merely a puppet. It was he only possibility, seeing as he had turned her head in a full circle. The princess watched the things struggle to make himself taller in order to wave at her. Or at least a struggle was what it looked like. In an attempt to help him, she knelt before the child.

"Why hello there." she said in reply to his own hello. "Well of course I'm a girl." Eilonwy replied. Good Llyr, was this child so daft that he could not tell the difference between a boy and a girl. Well it seemed that the princess would have to deal w
"It's a pleasure to meet you Pinocchio. I'm Princess Eilowny, daug- well you wouldn't have any use for that information now would you?" she asked. "What brings you to the castle. And you don't seem to have anything to complain about. You look too young to work here," she added. The princess pondered for a moment, no other possibilities coming to mind.

"Well I suppose it doesn't matter much," she finally decided.

(occ- sorry it took so long to reply.)

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Pinocchio studied Eilonwy's features with intense curiosity. He listened to what she had to say, but at the same time his eyes darted all around her body. He envied living humans, but at the same time he was greatly fascinated with them.

"What's a princess?" he asked innocently. "Does that matter?" Now that Eilonwy was closer to his face, his bright, cheery eyes stared straight into hers.

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A small gasp escaped the princess' lips. How on earth was it possible that one had no clue what a princess was? What kind of education was this child getting if they had no clue what a princess was? It was all a shock to the blonde.

"What's a princess? Good Llyr. I've never heard of anyone who's had to ask that. Surely your mother or your father have told you the countless stories about princess. Although I suppose it is better that they haven't as those stories all promote the idea that women cannot do anything on their own, which simply is not true. However, that is not the point. A princess is a girl born of the king and queen of a land. Or in some cases, a princess and a common man. Or a prince and a common woman I suppose. They are the heirs to the throne when the current rulers are slain, or die of natural causes. Although where I'm from the first of the two is more likely." the princess explained with nary a stop for breath.

As she thought on the matter of weather or not it was important, her head slowly tilted. With that, her golden hair was soon touching the ground, sopping up some of the dirt.

"I suppose it does matter. It causes people to look at you differently I suppose. I myself have never been much of a fan of that. In fact, I happen to loath most things about being a princess. Especially having my hair washed. They always wash it at night, and it's impossible to sleep. It's as if one is being drowned while in their own bed. It wouldn't be so horrible if they only did so every now and then. But no. They seem to think hair needs washing every night. I suppose that' not nearly the worst of it.The worst might be the clothing. Never before have I seen so many layers in a skirt. And all of them linen. Surely it's not that cold in the palace. I never had to wear that many layers at Caer Dallben, and I'm actually in the snow. I highly doubt some of them have ever felt snow. It seems I've felt and done many a things that they haven't" the princess said with a smile, recalling the court ladies faces as she told them the tales of sword fights and such. " Then there are the court ladies. They can be dreadful. Always complaining they are. And all about men, or the lack there of. Even more dreadful is the task of sewing. I can see how that might be useful, but it hurts so much. Never once have I picked up a needle and not pricked myself." Eilonwy added.

A small hand went to push back a strand of her hair. As she did so, she noticed the dirt that had been collected. "Well I suppose my hair will need a good washing now." she said smiling a tad bit.

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(OOC: Writer's block sucks. I am so sorry for keeping you waiting.)

The animated puppet politely remained silent as the very pretty princess went on with the monologue. He only reacted strongly when she had finished. When enough of silent time had passed after the hair-washing comment, the puppet grinned and placed a gloved hand over his mouth to stifle a giggle.

After his giggle, he lowered his hand and smiled happily to Eilonwy. "Gee, you talk a lot!" he mused in gaiety. Just the same as before, he had no condescending, petty tone in his voice; he obviously had no intention to offend. "Do all girls talk like you?" he asked. His eyes were illuminated with intrigue, and his adorable smile was steadfast.