[ Little does Alice know the particular story is more well known than she thinks. To her, it's nothing beyond her silly babbling from her childhood, only heard by her family and some friend of her father that she remembers vaguely having the last name of Dodgson. Not often does Alice smile, but having various children asking her how the Mad Hatter and March Hare looked has her softly smiling.
She tries to explain them to the children to the best of her ability, before Wonderland became corrupted and the both of them becoming just as twisted as her mind. ]
Well of course the Mad Hatter has a big hat -- one much too big for his head!
[ She had just noticed that she had garnished even more listeners, more running over to her. Children are weird, they assert themselves to the newcomers that they weren't invited. Alice nearly laughs. ]
Goodness, there's no invitation to stories.
[ She's humored with the small streak of possessiveness. Just Alice greets the newcomer, she does, eventually spot another adult. ]
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She tries to explain them to the children to the best of her ability, before Wonderland became corrupted and the both of them becoming just as twisted as her mind. ]
Well of course the Mad Hatter has a big hat -- one much too big for his head!
[ She had just noticed that she had garnished even more listeners, more running over to her. Children are weird, they assert themselves to the newcomers that they weren't invited. Alice nearly laughs. ]
Goodness, there's no invitation to stories.
[ She's humored with the small streak of possessiveness. Just Alice greets the newcomer, she does, eventually spot another adult. ]
Oh, hello.