The rose essence put Alice in a state. A state (not the united states of america) like a trance.
She stood there and her vision became blurry.
Her eyes were open but she was not looking at the garden.
She was looking in...
could it be...
her mind's eye...
a third eye...
There was a woman before her.
A queenly sort.
It was the Cerulean Queen -- per the subtitle on the fuzzy edges of her vision.
excerpt of what Alice heard:
There is a girl. A little chit of a thing, insignificant, really.
Except...
Except that this chit, this girl-thing took what wasn't hers
and she --
it pains me to tell you so,
she drank it!
A potion of my very own making,
and she took it and drank it
as if it were nothing more than a commoner's pint of ale,
or a peasant's soporific!
This is the very thing she did, I tell you!
It was set upon the little table,
just so,
in its clever cut-crystal glass,
just so,
with a neat little label, you see,
just so.
I am quite beside myself.
read more of the Cerulean Queen's tirade here
The Queen is offering a reward here!
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* Cerulean Queen guest post by Misty of Book Rat
* part of Alice in Whatsitland (see schedule)
* wanna be a part of Alice's adventure in Whatsitland? join the challenge!
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Blogosphere giveaway:
from French Charming
-ends March 31, 2010
-and tell them I sent ya!
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the story continues...
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