Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm 64?

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[As night falls, silhouetting the castle in shadow, a tiny form can be found standing on the path outside. Mouth agape, she's got her head tilted back as she stares in wide-eyed wonder at the building in front of her. Clutched in her hands, a forgotten book (which, unbeknownst to her, happens to be her journal) dangles open, pages swinging in her careless grip.]

Woah...

[someone's not in Tyson, anymore.]

[Loss start! Feel free to find her outside the castle, bug her over the journals or, if you'd prefer, find her once she starts exploring. Because she won't stand still for long]

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[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[the move gets a laugh, a bright smile splitting her features as she shakes her head and wrinkles her nose]

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[and that little nose wrinkle just endears her to him all the more, if that's even possible] So, what are you up to on this fine day, mm, Miss Jillian?

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

I'm not up to anything! [still laughing]

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

Not a thing? Oh, what a shame! ... We should remedy that, I think.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

How?

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

Why, by doing something, of course! What do you like to do best?

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[she gave him a thoughtful look, seriously considering the question] I like listening to the magic stories on the radio.

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

Stories, hm? I can most certainly work with that. [there's so much here that something's bound to at least come close to matching up] And what's your favourite one?

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

I like the one about the rabbit hole and heart queen!