Eleanor widened her eyes. For how long had she been resting on that rock? After her useless, tense vigilance over her county, she had laid on the warm surface, lifted her long skirt up to her knees, her hair over her head and had let the sun bathe her, filing her with the sensation the she was wanted again. Her mind had travelled far and now had been brought back by the sound of a voice she knew all too well.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">“Looooo-iissssss”</span>the loud calling reached her and, alert as she had been, her heart raced at this sound.<br/>She did not need a face to know that person. She sighted deeply and frowned at the direction of the calling. The dormouse was probably sleeping more deeply than she had been drowned in thought, it shouldn’t be so easy to wake him up.<span style="font-style: italic">They are having a tea party</span>, she thought.<span style="font-style: italic">Perhaps a big one</span>. As Queen – or so she liked to think of herself – she had never attended a people’s tea party, but once she had information about everything going on in the Kingdom. She also knew the Hatter wasn’t just a mad man, but a man of some hidden knowledge. Eleanor stepped on the grass and walk towards the border between the Kindom of Spades and Wonderland’s forest, Hearts ground. She inhaled sharply, shutting her eyes.<span style="font-style: italic">I hope he feels me</span>she whispered in her mind.<span style="font-style: italic">I hope he feels the ground tremble beneath my feet. I hope he feels my soul leak through the ground and grab his legs, I hope the demons in it tell him that I am in need of help. I hope they all feel me.</span>And, while exhaling softly, she stepped inside the forest.