[ Truth be told, if Alice had said now, the King would have cast aside everything—even the housework and even the light laundry!—to whisk his Lady away to the autumnal vistas of Gammon. If they traveled by way of the checkpoint upon the Platform of 42 and 5/8ths, they could arrive in Cochrane before the last hours of daylight faded, retiring to the dormitories of the academy before planning out sight-seeing for the adventure before them.
With several days gone by since his first excursion to the Emerald Lakes, he is certain that the seasonal colors have only flourished, and how happy Alice would be, dressed in layers for the cold, her hands clasped before her as she surveyed the world before her as the little Queen who soared heavens higher above her stature, untethered and unbound as a storm, and knowing not how she made a King's heart soar.
Oh.
Had he been swept up in a daydream?
Chesire mewls, wriggling within his grasp, prompting Sion to hold the kitten closer to his chest, resulting in...! A series of small, plaintive sounds from Cheshire—captive, now, and unable to escape!—as Alice nudges against him in a way which inspires a shake of his head, a laugh: ]
He seems not to want to be held by anyone. [ Even if Sion should be aglow (a touch brighter, now) with a soft flush of gold, swept up and away in the moment. ] To the window, then.
I'll not let Cheshire escape, and I would be honored, my Lady, if you were to join me with the camera.
[ And so: the next few moments find Cheshire upon the cushions banking the large bay window in the sitting room, sunlight streaming through the glass in a way which makes the formerly very energetic kitten somehow languid as four little paws take to batting at the tassel of a pillow. ]
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With several days gone by since his first excursion to the Emerald Lakes, he is certain that the seasonal colors have only flourished, and how happy Alice would be, dressed in layers for the cold, her hands clasped before her as she surveyed the world before her as the little Queen who soared heavens higher above her stature, untethered and unbound as a storm, and knowing not how she made a King's heart soar.
Oh.
Had he been swept up in a daydream?
Chesire mewls, wriggling within his grasp, prompting Sion to hold the kitten closer to his chest, resulting in...! A series of small, plaintive sounds from Cheshire—captive, now, and unable to escape!—as Alice nudges against him in a way which inspires a shake of his head, a laugh: ]
He seems not to want to be held by anyone. [ Even if Sion should be aglow (a touch brighter, now) with a soft flush of gold, swept up and away in the moment. ] To the window, then.
I'll not let Cheshire escape, and I would be honored, my Lady, if you were to join me with the camera.
[ And so: the next few moments find Cheshire upon the cushions banking the large bay window in the sitting room, sunlight streaming through the glass in a way which makes the formerly very energetic kitten somehow languid as four little paws take to batting at the tassel of a pillow. ]
...this should do quite nicely, shouldn't it?