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"Terralumia Ashia Testarossa, Slipstream in Sleep's Shadow, Girl Who Drew Bees In The Vase. For the ''last time'' hath thou drawn bees in my Ming vase!" | "Terralumia Ashia Testarossa, Slipstream in Sleep's Shadow, Girl Who Drew Bees In The Vase. For the ''last time'' hath thou drawn bees in my Ming vase!" | ||
"But | "But that wasn't me!" | ||
"Enough! By thy True Name I call thee and ''grounded'' I name thee." | "Enough! By thy True Name I call thee and ''grounded'' I name thee." | ||
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"I hate you!" screamed the Girl Who Drew Bees In The Vase. "I hate you ''forever''! | "I hate you!" screamed the Girl Who Drew Bees In The Vase. "I hate you ''forever''! | ||
Her shrill cry still echoing through the halls of Hoodswatch, Terralumia Testarossa fled to her rooms in the white tower where closets opened then shut and | Her shrill cry still echoing through the halls of Hoodswatch, Terralumia Testarossa fled to her rooms in the white tower where closets, opened then shut, and the space beneath beds all led away, out of the castle to the shadow of the world. | ||
"Halt! Get back here this ''instant'' young lady." | "Halt! Get back here this ''instant'' young lady." | ||
With a wave of his hand, the doors of the castle shut one after another but they never closed quite in time to catch the lithe girl who leapt and rolled each narrowing gap. Suits of silvered armour crashed from their pedestals to | With a wave of his hand, the doors of the castle shut one after another but they never closed quite in time to catch the lithe girl who leapt and rolled each narrowing gap. Suits of silvered armour crashed from their pedestals to catch her, but she slipped through their clumsy grasps as easily as a phantom. The aging master of Hoodswatch tottered impotently after them all. The girl rushed into her room, dove under the bed and through the mousehole thereunder. In the gap between walls she found, as usual, that the maws of broken stone had been sealed over by fresh masonry. A useful defense if you want to stop idiots who can't draw. The Girl Who Drew Bees In The Vase uncorked her Sharpie. She drew two lines and a wavy line in between, then added the zip. She grabbed it and unzipped the wall, opening a maw to the shimmering waste of the world's shadow. | ||
How was she to get where she needed to be? She'd forgotten her skates. Skates were easy enough to draw but this was a special occasion so it felt she needed something special to move about on, not to mention fast. She needed to find out who the hell had drawn bees in her uncle's vase and gotten her in trouble - pretty sure she'd only done it twice. Maybe simple would be best. She drew out a surfboard, added a few skulls crying blood and a few wings for good measure. Totally radical. She drew waves underneath and hurtled down along the current. | |||
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"Terralumia Ashia Testarossa, Slipstream in Sleep's Shadow, Girl Who Drew Bees In The Vase. For the last time hath thou drawn bees in my Ming vase!"
"But that wasn't me!"
"Enough! By thy True Name I call thee and grounded I name thee."
"I hate you!" screamed the Girl Who Drew Bees In The Vase. "I hate you forever!
Her shrill cry still echoing through the halls of Hoodswatch, Terralumia Testarossa fled to her rooms in the white tower where closets, opened then shut, and the space beneath beds all led away, out of the castle to the shadow of the world.
"Halt! Get back here this instant young lady."
With a wave of his hand, the doors of the castle shut one after another but they never closed quite in time to catch the lithe girl who leapt and rolled each narrowing gap. Suits of silvered armour crashed from their pedestals to catch her, but she slipped through their clumsy grasps as easily as a phantom. The aging master of Hoodswatch tottered impotently after them all. The girl rushed into her room, dove under the bed and through the mousehole thereunder. In the gap between walls she found, as usual, that the maws of broken stone had been sealed over by fresh masonry. A useful defense if you want to stop idiots who can't draw. The Girl Who Drew Bees In The Vase uncorked her Sharpie. She drew two lines and a wavy line in between, then added the zip. She grabbed it and unzipped the wall, opening a maw to the shimmering waste of the world's shadow.
How was she to get where she needed to be? She'd forgotten her skates. Skates were easy enough to draw but this was a special occasion so it felt she needed something special to move about on, not to mention fast. She needed to find out who the hell had drawn bees in her uncle's vase and gotten her in trouble - pretty sure she'd only done it twice. Maybe simple would be best. She drew out a surfboard, added a few skulls crying blood and a few wings for good measure. Totally radical. She drew waves underneath and hurtled down along the current.