WC: 421. Aww, Juliet is adorable.
In reaction to the young female's words about the cream and coffee colored stoat, the creature squeaked and looked sadly back up at his caretaker. He was hurt, and Giselle could see it, a reaction far different than when he was called a weasel.. though it had been said by an older golden stranger. A dainty ivory gloved hand was raised and set upon the small animal's head. The other was gingerly laid upon her bosom, as if the child's words physically affected her. "Well thank you. But Tux here is a stoat. He is very brave and very kind~" A voice of assurance was delivered with a sweet smile despite the plain environment that surrounded them. However, it disappeared like a sudden burst of wind at the teenager's next words.
Still kneeling in the shade, Giselle's dark hair danced with her as she tossed her head to survey the arid desert of a place. It was part of her home, but the disappointment in the child's voice made it feel as if she were to blame for this strange patch of land. "Oh, I don't like this place much either," the woman said in a small voice. "But, I do know a very lovely place with many flowers, and grass so soft to nap in." Her eyes glazed over with a dreamy look, remembering how fond of the valley she was and yet saddened by how long it had been since she was present among the lovely grasses.
Without much thought the fingers on her chest trailed up towards the gauze around her neck. Pale blue eyes danced as the images of that night fell across her vision, as if she were able to see it all play out before her again. A wicked whisper whirled and danced in her head, and Giselle had to squeeze her eyes shut to block away his voice. He was gone now, she believed, but the tickle down her spine left room for doubt. The ivory woman dared not think about it longer, having left the Manor to escape such nightmares. Gracefully she backed away from the shade and into the overbearing sun and stood up, the stoat curled in her palms. "This is no place for a dreamer." She shook her head, dark curls dancing before her face. "We'd love for you to come back with us and see the real land of dreams," she offered soothingly. She could not leave the child alone, and still she wondered where she belonged. "I'm Giselle."
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