There’s a whole chapter with these flowers. I’m still working on it, so it’s taking for bloody ever because I keep going off on tangents and looking up information and rereading sections of the book, but damit if I’m not having a ton of fun with this! This story, I’m so glad I get to work on it now. So much not serious fun times.
Current Word Count: 62663
From Chapter 3
“Excuse me,” she said as politely as she could. “Do all flowers talk? Or is it just the flowers here?”
“Oh, we all talk, dear,” Rose said. “Well, whenever there’s someone interesting enough to talk to normally, and we can talk as well as you. Much louder too, if need be. It isn’t our manners to begin, though, you see, so we usually stay quite quiet, but you seemed quite sensible. Your petals aren’t quite the way they should be, but you seem to be of a good colour and, well, that’s a good enough start, isn’t it?”
Rose seemed quite pleased with herself, though Alice had the vaguest of feelings that she had just been insulted. She wasn’t entirely certain how or what any of it entailed, but from her tone, she felt like she should be. Still, Tiger Lily was there and seemed to be still quite out of sorts, so she did not wish to do anything more to make her any more upset.
“What happened here?” she asked instead. “Was there something terrible that happened to make you so sad?”
“Oh dear,” Rose said. “You don’t want to bring that up.”
“Miss Horner always tells us that if we are sad, we should talk about it,” Alice said, remembering school once again. Miss Horner had turned out to be quite a nice lady when she wasn’t yelling at Adrianna’s brothers for coming in to check up on her and makes sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. She had been quite good once she quite literally let her hair down and had even been of some help with homework.
“Oh, it was a terrible thing!” Tiger Lily cried, seeming like she was just waiting for the chance to tell the tale again.
“Here we go,” Rose said, sounding very not pleased with how this was shaping up. She swayed away from them, trying to pretend that she was occupied with something else, but it was quite difficult for her to do so as she was a flower and her stem prevented her from doing anything that would bring her too far away.
[Header image by Shaz]
Tags: looking glass, nanowrimo
