<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><strong>Name:</strong> Andi<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Side Street/Park<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> <em>Cinnamon, Anyone else who happens along</em><br/><br/>"We're here."<br/><br/><em>But where?  </em><br/><br/>"Does it matter?"<br/><br/><em>Good point.</em><br/><br/>Smirk.  "Look around, can't you guess?"  Pale fingers smooth Their shirt.  Such fragile looking digits, small boned, nails chewed past the quick, sliding down the surface of Their black striped shirt while He obligingly turned Their head so everyone could see.<br/><br/><em>Wonderland!</em><br/><br/>"Cat," He purred, and all the Others sighed.  <em>Cat.</em><br/><br/>The figure stalked, as He always did, down the alley paying no attention no the beggar and only the briefest to the whore.  Temptation, she was, but alas not enough for They had more urgent matters to attend to.  No fear, no hesitation, just a casual aggressive walk down streets between buildings and bunnies, through mayhem and madness.  The angles were just a <em>hair</em> off kilter, the colors a half-shade from <em>right</em>.  And still the slender form moved as if this was the natural element, Their niche, Their home, Their domain.<br/><br/>Through danger He ruled until taking a path between mushrooms too-large and flowers too-scary.  Passed a playground and benches and trees burdened with finches to a pond where the frog lilies grew.  Then the figure relaxed, the pace more sedate, and a smile gave life to Their face.  To the shore, then a bench, and the figure sat down to adapt and admire the place.<br/><br/>"Is there a reason We are narrating in rhyme?" Andy asked, heavily amused.<br/><br/><em>Sorry.</em>  Such a meek reply.<br/><br/><em>Go to sleep, Andi.  It's now time to wait.</em>  And she did without question, because it was Him, and He told her to. </span><br/><br/>