PARADISA LOST

It is not so different than before, truly. At least this time I had the opportunity to know him for myself. That is rather remarkable in itself.

[when she awakens, Reinette comes across a strange gift that for once? Causes her to smile. It has been some time since she allowed herself to enjoy archery. She gives it no further thought than that.]

We might yet come to understand each other, this place and I.

[and with resolve she dresses, gathers the arrows, and makes her way outside. A tree in the distance shall prove a proper target. Reinette allows the first arrow to fly]

OOC:Open is open!

[Reinette is seated in the library, writing in her journal. There is a glass of wine nearby, which might prove troublesome later]

I must thank those that were so kind as to mark my recent birthday. It was unexpected, and yet not unwelcome. I have not celebrated the day in such a manner in many years.

I must wonder, however, what that must mean when we return home. I have heard we do not remember, that our memories of this place are taken and it is not even the lingerings of a dream. But I am aged a year. By body is older, it wears it differently as I wear it in turn. Is that too taken away? Is this place so powerful?

I have no doubt the question has been asked before. But has it been answered?

[For a moment she hesitates, which is quite unlike her. The tip of her pen sits simply depressed on the page, ink spreading out slowly from a single point. There is a swift breath of frustration as she notices it, because she has no sand with which to blot the error.

Still, this place has felt less foreign of late though she cannot fully explain why. And she wishes to make a gesture]

I checked the water at the lake recently. It is properly frozen through and able to support any that might wish to ice skate. I shall be going there myself this afternoon, should anyone be interested. I have arranged for hot ciders and chocolate to be available.

[And with that Reinette finished dressing and make her way to the lake, silver ice skates in hand]

It occurs to me that I have been far too idle for far too long. I observe, but I still fail to understand this place. I think the time has come for me to try a different tactic all together.

Thus, I shall be in the kitchens making crepes and pressing coffee should anyone be interested.

Nearly everyone, it seems, is confused on the very nature of who they are. Something has quite obviously been done to us.

The question that now presents itself is how.

[and then signed with a flourish, because it is the one thing she is certain of]

Jeanne-Antionette

Who: Reinette and Jack
What: Reinette's wish for space is granted in an unusual way.
When: Early Morning
Where: Reinette's newly appointed rooms.
Rating: PG (For Now?)


Reinette's last thought before she drifted to sleep was what an extreme bit of foolish whimsy her act of tying a wish to the bamboo tree had been. Of all things, really. One did not wish for what one wanted, one worked for it. Whatever amount of effort and time was required. A goal, after all, was no more than a dream with a deadline. She expected more of herself than a bit of paper fluttering from a string.

It was a wonder she managed to sleep at all, the more she thought on the matter.

When she awoke the next day she pushed herself from the bed briskly, the day's goal already in mind. To get up. To dress herself appropriately. And then to make her way down the tower stairs to reclaim her wish - and any evidence of her own foolishness.

That was until the sight of her surrounding stilled Reinette's feet just as they were, her wish whispering in her mind.

[I wish for more space. To be myself, as I was. To better remember where I was. To not forget.]

The size of her room had grown three-fold.

Reaching for her robe, Reinette cinched it tightly around her waist and began to explore.

[oh no, she is not all together pleased]

This is becoming truly ridiculous. And there are some places dust simply should not be.