ɪ'ʟʟ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏᴍs ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅ ➮ ᴏᴘᴇɴ

[revolter]

Who: Matilda Wormwood and YOU.
What: playing hopscotch with flying stones!
When: This afternoon.
Where: Near the garden!!
Rating: G



[ she should have asked if she was allowed to draw on the pavement near the garden. But Matilda had figured that if she wasn't, she'll wash the chalk away.

It was a good practice for her power more than just a game. She knew this was something many kids usually played together but having grown up the way she did, she didn't mind playing alone.

To those who might pass her she might seem like a true wonder. A small child in a blue dress making a stone rise into the air before it is elegantly placed down on a numbered square for her to hop on the other numbered blocks to get it back. After she retrieves it, she hops back only to lay it on the ground and make it float up and onto one of the chalk squares again.

She'll accept playmates. ]

Comments

[ensorceler]

Anne enjoys walking through the gardens. They are beautiful, and expansive, though still somewhat lacking the grandeur of Hampton Court's. Nothing in any world could compare to it, surely, and that thought fills her with pride even if it is Henry's and not really hers.

She still feels more at peace here than anywhere else close to the palace proper, though there will always be a catch in her step when she passes a bench near the south entrance and continues on. When she eventually emerges to find what looks like a young girl skipping along some symbols to a fetch a stone, Anne speaks up before the girl can take a seat.

"Child, you will dirty your dress if you sit there. That ground has not seen a broom in years I'd imagine. It will be soon remedied so that you can play proper."

[revolter]

It's an odd thing, having someone warn her about the state of her dress. Matilda reasons this is what mothers usually do for their girls, only her mother had never shown great interest in the state of her clothes. This was Matilda's responsibility, among many others.

"It's fine. I can wash it afterwards. I can just skip back without, see - "

She skips back on the pavement, stone in hand, smiling as she comes to a halt.

"I'm Matilda."

Said mainly because it's very odd to be called 'child'.

[ensorceler]

Not so odd when said by the Queen of England, thank you! ...Or by anyone else from the 16th century, really. But Anne just smiles politely in response to the name introduction. She'd adjusted to not being recognized, and even when she is, not having people rush to catch her favor. Even if the English people hated her, she misses home so much. This child's accent only makes her feel more out of place. (American, she wants to say, she's met so many people here from that world).

But seeing something like this, a little girl playing, does warm her heart and make her feel a bit better about being here. Or is it worse? If this child doesn't have any parents here, that will be another orphan to take care of. Something needs to be done about this...

"Matilda. I am Anne." She risks stepping closer, lifting her skirts a bit so she doesn't get too much dirt on them. The snow everywhere else may be cold, but at least it's clean. "What game is this?"

[revolter]

She walks with grace, and Matilda finds herself eyeing her dress. She is dressed like the princesses in her books, the heroines with the sweet smiles and brave hearts and it makes her smile, try for a childlike curtsy. The castle brings many people in and Matilda already knows some of them are more important in their worlds than others.

"It's nice to meet you."

She looks at the pavement, suddenly wishing she was playing something a bit more sophisticated. It must look silly to those who didn't know it.

...But maybe once she knows it, she can see it's fun.

"Hopscotch. You throw the stone and then you have to skip to get it, and on one leg. And then you bring the stone, and jump all the way to home, that's the last brick - and you skip back."

[ensorceler]

The attempt at a curtsy gets a gentle smile in return, and an appreciative nod. She steps closer as the girl speaks, looking between her and the design she had drawn on the ground. It certainly is...unique.

"For a game? It almost looks like some foreign art..."

[littlesoul]

River is outside today, something she hasn't really done since she got here. She'd mostly been spending her time running through the castle, choosing to get to know it with her feet and the act of running rather than anything else.

But she's outside now, bare feet on the ground as she walks careful. She's not finding much that interested her, although it's very pretty all the same.

Then she sees the little girl and what she can do.

It's a curiosity, watching her move and soon enough, River is feeling the itch to mimic her, or at least mimic the parts she can do.

[revolter]

Matilda is busy skipping back, stone in hand when she sees her. She stops, a smile on her lips, something bashful. A child who has not quite mastered the art of starting friendly conversations.

"Hey."

[littlesoul]

She smiles back, holding up one hand as a greeting. A part of her feels uncertain but ti's mostly the waves she's getting off the little girl.

Taking a few steps closer, she tilts her head. "I'll play with you."

[revolter]

"Really?"

There's hope there, and happiness. Grown ups don't usually play with kids, and she wasn't a child. Older than Matilda, but pretty and friendly looking. Not the type of adult Matilda was used to, aside of miss Honey.

"Do you want me to find you another stone?"

[littlesoul]

Nodding her head, she smiled. "Yes, I like games."

Looking around, she finds a stone herself, holding it up for Matilda to inspect. "Feels right," she-explains as she moves to join the girl properly.

Looking at her, she adds. "I'll play with you any time."

[psych0p0mps]

[Doop de do, Aradia's just on her way back up to the castle from her shift at the pie shop. Business has been pretty slow since that whole EVERYTHING IS PIE fiasco, so she wound up going home early, and as long as it's such a nice day she decided to walk.

But as she passes by the garden, she happens to notice something unusual: a little girl! And something even more unusual: a human using telekinesis!

Feeling a little mischievous, she zips to hide behind a tree before she's spotted. The next time Matilda sets down the stone, she'll use her own powers to discreetly move it to the next square over. Hee hee~]

[revolter]

[ Matilda notices the stone moves and stops. Many children would think it a thing of chance, something to dismiss. For her, curiosity always wins over. She looks at the stone, frowns and after a moment tilts her head, moving it to the place where it was before. ]

[psych0p0mps]

[This time Aradia leaves it in place, but tilts it up onto one end, in such a position that it would fall if she let it go. She waits a second or two like that, and then all of a sudden starts it spinning rapidly.]

[revolter]

[ This time, the girl stops, frowns at the stone as it spins. She hadn't done that, she knows. Hadn't used her power then something else must be doing this. She lifts it, lays it in one small open palm to inspect it. Perhaps the castle - the castle had powers. Perhaps it was doing it. Looking around her, more curious than afraid, lifted her palm to her her eyes, made the stone hover in front of her ]

[psych0p0mps]

[By now Aradia's starting to think she should reveal herself, but - alright, alright, just one more trick. After a couple seconds, the hovering stone flips itself away, toward a nearby tree, and a grey-skinned hand reaches out to catch it, followed closely by - well, Aradia's head.]

Yoink!

[eaglet]

Connor does not really make it a point to interrupt people while they are busy, particularly children -- but the floating stone makes him stop in his tracks.

He spends a moment just watching, trying to discern if this is some trick or if she's using some kind of device he can't see. When he can't figure it out no matter how hard he tries, he takes a cautious step closer.

"Are you doing that? Or is it the stone?"

[revolter]

Matilda never shared her power with anyone.

It was a secret, something she could do and other's couldn't, something that made her different and she believed herself already too different as it is.

It was a secret until she arrived at Paradisa. Here, among magicians and others like her, she felt more confident, more open with it.

His question still makes her stop in her track, stone in hand.

"Me. My power, actually."

[eaglet]

Connor was more willing to believe that it was the stone itself that floats -- so he frowns at the answer he's given, eying the little object in her hand.

"Is this a power you were born with?" he asks, tilting his head curiously.

[revolter]

No.

But then she rethinks that; perhaps she's wrong, perhaps she was born with it, only she never knew how to unlock it. Perhaps it has developed over time.

I don't know. I'm not sure, I only started controlling it lately. I might have been born with it.

[eaglet]

Well, that's interesting. He rubs at his chin in thought.

"How recently do you mean? Since you arrived in this place?"

[jthm]

[He had chosen to hide in the garden today. Not really planning to do anything productive, just trying to enjoy this weird disney castle for all its worth.

Soon he spotted flying stones and a little girl and his curiosity was peaked as he watched her play from a far.

He didn't want to frighten her...yet]

[revolter]

[ fly yes, rise into the air and fly. Once, she manages to make it fly rather far, landing on a the farthest square and she laughs, hops there to bring it back. ]

[jthm]

[ Aww she reminded him of that one doll he stuffed with blended rats. How cute.
He hesitated a bit, but decided to walk up to her out of complete and utter curiosity.]

How are you able to do that?

[revolter]

[ She looks back, blinks and then shrugs a bit. ]

I just can. It's my power, I don't really know how. I do it with my eyes.

[jthm]

You must be a magical little girl.