She was... admittedly still not sure how she of all people could be a god.... goddess. Would she be a little girl forever then? Or could she change her shape? However, for all her confusion she did want to help. She wasn't quite sure how she, of all people, could be a goddess, but here she was. Alice... or... Iduna? She wasn't sure what to call herself, honestly, but she much rather be Alice, at least for the moment.
In any case, Alice had heard about tricky snakes and their tricky ways. She wondered if she could talk to snakes! She hoped so! She was sure they had wonderfully interesting things to talk about. What did a snake see, so low to the ground as it was. Did they ever hurt their tummies, slithering like that? After all, a person walking barefoot could and did stub their toes on things, stepped on sharp rocks. Or did being so low to the ground mean they could see such things and just move to the side?
Was it true they smelled with their tongues?
So many questions.
"I beg your pardon!" she said to the snakes who merely looked at her before continuing on with it's latest bounty. Being ignored, Alice put her hands on her hips. "I said I BEG YOUR PARDON!" in her ire for being ignored, her ability to control plants wrapped around the offending creatures... except, new to the whole... cosmic powers as she was, those same vines that snapped out of the ground wrapped around... everything. Rocks, snakes, little ladybugs minding their own... and any passerby who had been minding their own business.
B. Tummy Troubles:
Alice looked all the restaurant and her nose scrunched up at the smell. It smelt dreadful and yet people are here eating? Well, not many people, actually. There seemed to be very few customers, to be quite honest. She looked around and felt like she was solving a mystery. A mystery was just a big riddle, after all, and she was terribly fond of riddles!
"Now then," she whispered as she looked about trying to find the kitchen. "If I were a kitchen, where would I be? I mean, obviously in the kitchen, but whereabouts in a building? Somewhere out of sight but easy to get to..." she peeked around corners and tried to find a waiter or waitress to follow.
Several minutes went by and the impatient little goddess frowned.
"Well, it's a wonder how anyone could get sick when there isn't anyone serving anything. Are they all in the kitchen?"
C. Wonder Wall:
Dreadifying, absolutely dreadifying! Which was a portmanteau of dreadful and horrifying to make a much grander sort of awful. She frowned, her ears covered as she watched the boy.
"I do feel sorry for him," she said aloud to no one in particular. "I don't think he realizes just how terrible it sounds. But an artist shouldn't be discouraged!" she tapped her lips. "Perhaps if we can convince him to practice at home and try something else? Perhaps we can ask Cupid to make him fall in love with the harp. The harp never sounds awful, after all!"
Alice Liddell || Alice in Wonderland || God
She was... admittedly still not sure how she of all people could be a god.... goddess. Would she be a little girl forever then? Or could she change her shape? However, for all her confusion she did want to help. She wasn't quite sure how she, of all people, could be a goddess, but here she was. Alice... or... Iduna? She wasn't sure what to call herself, honestly, but she much rather be Alice, at least for the moment.
In any case, Alice had heard about tricky snakes and their tricky ways. She wondered if she could talk to snakes! She hoped so! She was sure they had wonderfully interesting things to talk about. What did a snake see, so low to the ground as it was. Did they ever hurt their tummies, slithering like that? After all, a person walking barefoot could and did stub their toes on things, stepped on sharp rocks. Or did being so low to the ground mean they could see such things and just move to the side?
Was it true they smelled with their tongues?
So many questions.
"I beg your pardon!" she said to the snakes who merely looked at her before continuing on with it's latest bounty. Being ignored, Alice put her hands on her hips. "I said I BEG YOUR PARDON!" in her ire for being ignored, her ability to control plants wrapped around the offending creatures... except, new to the whole... cosmic powers as she was, those same vines that snapped out of the ground wrapped around... everything. Rocks, snakes, little ladybugs minding their own... and any passerby who had been minding their own business.
B. Tummy Troubles:
Alice looked all the restaurant and her nose scrunched up at the smell. It smelt dreadful and yet people are here eating? Well, not many people, actually. There seemed to be very few customers, to be quite honest. She looked around and felt like she was solving a mystery. A mystery was just a big riddle, after all, and she was terribly fond of riddles!
"Now then," she whispered as she looked about trying to find the kitchen. "If I were a kitchen, where would I be? I mean, obviously in the kitchen, but whereabouts in a building? Somewhere out of sight but easy to get to..." she peeked around corners and tried to find a waiter or waitress to follow.
Several minutes went by and the impatient little goddess frowned.
"Well, it's a wonder how anyone could get sick when there isn't anyone serving anything. Are they all in the kitchen?"
C. Wonder Wall:
Dreadifying, absolutely dreadifying! Which was a portmanteau of dreadful and horrifying to make a much grander sort of awful. She frowned, her ears covered as she watched the boy.
"I do feel sorry for him," she said aloud to no one in particular. "I don't think he realizes just how terrible it sounds. But an artist shouldn't be discouraged!" she tapped her lips. "Perhaps if we can convince him to practice at home and try something else? Perhaps we can ask Cupid to make him fall in love with the harp. The harp never sounds awful, after all!"