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kitchen_maid) wrote2006-05-30 12:23 am
kitchen_maid) wrote2006-05-30 12:23 am
October 4, Phantasmorania
The morning after her return from Ambergeldar, the missing Princess Amy (having been gone more than a year her time and a good seven months everyone else's) calmly walks down to breakfast as though she has never been away.
Her royal Mama the Queen, thinking she is seeing a ghost, nearly faints, and her royal Papa the King says, "Bless my soul!" so many times that it begins to seem as though he will never stop.
But when all the flurry and excitement has died down, they are so pleased to have her back again that they quite forget to give her the scolding she deserves, in spite of the fact that she looks, if possible, more Ordinary than ever.
She's a good deal thinner, and a little taller, too, so the brocaded gown she has put on doesn't fit her very well at all.
"My dearest child!" exclaims the Queen, throwing her hands up in horror, "whatever have you been doing to yourself. I declare you have more freckles than ever."
This is not, by the way, strictly true. Amy actually has slightly fewer than she should, since it wasn't summer where she was for the last few months. But the Queen is likely not remembering correctly. At any rate, she's undeterred, for she continues, "We must do something about them now," and bustles off to see about ordering extra lemons and more lily potion, and Amy tries not to sigh.
"Bless my soul!" says the king, for what must be at least the fiftieth time. "Well, you may look like a gypsy, Amy, but I'm exceedingly glad to see you back."
"Darling Daddy!" says Amy, kissing the top of his bald head. "I'm glad, too. But no shutting me up in towers and hiring dragons, do you hear?"
"No, no, dear. Not if you don't wish it. Bless my soul! Now, come along to the kitchen gardens. I want you to see how well the onions have done this year."
Her royal Mama the Queen, thinking she is seeing a ghost, nearly faints, and her royal Papa the King says, "Bless my soul!" so many times that it begins to seem as though he will never stop.
But when all the flurry and excitement has died down, they are so pleased to have her back again that they quite forget to give her the scolding she deserves, in spite of the fact that she looks, if possible, more Ordinary than ever.
She's a good deal thinner, and a little taller, too, so the brocaded gown she has put on doesn't fit her very well at all.
"My dearest child!" exclaims the Queen, throwing her hands up in horror, "whatever have you been doing to yourself. I declare you have more freckles than ever."
This is not, by the way, strictly true. Amy actually has slightly fewer than she should, since it wasn't summer where she was for the last few months. But the Queen is likely not remembering correctly. At any rate, she's undeterred, for she continues, "We must do something about them now," and bustles off to see about ordering extra lemons and more lily potion, and Amy tries not to sigh.
"Bless my soul!" says the king, for what must be at least the fiftieth time. "Well, you may look like a gypsy, Amy, but I'm exceedingly glad to see you back."
"Darling Daddy!" says Amy, kissing the top of his bald head. "I'm glad, too. But no shutting me up in towers and hiring dragons, do you hear?"
"No, no, dear. Not if you don't wish it. Bless my soul! Now, come along to the kitchen gardens. I want you to see how well the onions have done this year."