<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/61619e9d3aaeaff295e0806d913a354f--gothic-art-gothic-beauty_zpsrrzjsknp.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Snow White<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Not far from Dwarves cottage<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">This simple dress</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/5506a20c936b2dc4f139fac2402329d3--wench-costume-costume-hire_zps43ook9hg.jpg)</div></div>and<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">This ruby adorned headband made for Snow by the dwarves</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/a4e48cf9503f9916ac40de577abffb94--jeweled-headband-red-headband_zpsgkqt9zv7.jpg)</div></div><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Doc, the magic mirror.<br/><strong>Extra Information:</strong>N/A<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The birds chirped peacefully among the thick treetops, a familiar and comforting sound for the mildly brooding princess seated upon the earth, her head leaning back supported by the thick study trunk of a solid old thriving oak tree... the eyelids of Snow White were closed over her sky blue orbs, it had been little under a year now since she had fled the castle and still the blindness, her naivete continued to haunt her...<br/><br/>How could she have been so blind? She never trusted that woman and she should have expressed her concerns more strongly to her father, perhaps if she had... maybe he'd still be alive and their castle wouldn't be filled her late stepmother and now her stepbrother's loyalists... even she didn't know just how deeply the dark queen had managed to infiltrate their household ever since she married Snow's father.<br/><br/>Florian... another tender subject she found particularly hard to live down... such a clever deception... her stepmother had really seen to everything over the years as she plotted and planned...<br/>No one ever knew the queen had been married before or that she had a son from that marriage... and the woman continued to hide Florian's existence from them all, she must have known that not even she was truly invincible, for the queen had apparently had a back up plan all set in the event that she failed to kill off the royal family...<br/><br/>The queen, according the magic mirror Snow had stolen, set a back door into the sleeping curse injecting into the apple Snow had bitten that fateful day... if the queen failed, her son alone would have the ability to wake her with a kiss and secure the kingdom for his bloodline through marriage to Snow White.<br/><br/>It had almost worked...<br/><br/>Though admittedly, Snow had always been the curious sort... she sought out her stepmother's mirror after returning to the castle and began peppering it with questions... and eventually, the truth began to slowly unravel, more and more, much to the horror of Snow White...<br/>She confronted Florian with the truth... he just grinned at her and admitted everything, but told her not to fret her lovely head... for he had become quiet besotted with her and had no intentions of doing away with her as his mother would have wanted...<br/><br/>Snow White, horrified and now angry beyond the right words to explain it, lashed out verbally at her revealed 'stepbrother' and outright refused to marry him...<br/>Florian it would seem had quite the temper on him as well, but instead of just getting verbal... he attacked Snow White, intent upon forcing himself on her to plant his seed and leave her no choice but to wed him... thankfully for her though, the dwarven warriors living deep in the forest that had shielded her from the queen's rage for so long, they had taught her just enough to enable her to fight back and render Florian unconscious...<br/><br/>Perhaps she ought to have just killed him... thinking on it now, it would likely have been in the best interest of many if she did... but that at point in time, killing was abhorrent to Snow White and thus, the panicking frightened princess grabbed the mirror off the wall and ran for it... it was quite beneficial to her that no one else in the castle knew what had just transpired and made no move to stop her, she didn't know who anymore was safe to trust...<br/><br/>Snow opened her eyelids and turned sky blue eyes up towards the treetops with a heavy sigh, early evening sun peeking glittering through the cracks between the leaves... she remember the day she returned to this forest and to the dwarves, she remembered how Rourke or 'Grumpy' as his brothers called him had threatened to tear Florians balls right off from under his cock if he ever showed his face in their forest again. No one attempted to violate their Snow White and get away with it.<br/><br/>She had insisted they resume training her again, harder and more thoroughly in the ways of speed, stealth and knives... she found she was actually rather exceptional with knives and daggers, she was fast and nimble on her feet and her fluid movements made her a lethal knife wielding rogue type when fighting became a necessity.<br/><br/>“Father...” Snow murmured softly “I know it's been so long and I know you'd want to stop beating myself up over this, I know you'd tell me it wasn't my fault, you would tell me I was young and inexperienced with the world and I couldn't have known... but I did, in some way... I think I did know, but I was so desperate to see you smile again, you were so sad in the years after mother's death, I just... I just wanted to see you happy. Forgive me... please for give me for my silence, for not saying anything when I had such strong uneasy feelings about that woman... I am so sorry...”<br/><br/>It was only in moments of solitude like this that she could actually express the deep rooted regrets and feelings she hid from the dwarves... they too would insist none of this was Snow's fault, but... she just wasn't ready to accept that she had no blame to take. It was silly, she knew that, but right now she just needed to wallow in her misery a bit before she would finally be ready to let go and move on.<br/><br/>“I ought to be getting back, Dockson will be wanting some help preparing supper...” Snow murmured to herself as she gracefully picked herself up off the ground and proceeding along the earthy forest floor back in the direction of the large cottage she shared with her seven guardians and teachers.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The moment Snow White approached the cottage, she found Dockson waiting at the door, a concerned looked upon his gentle wise face, she could see the concern in his ice mountain blue eyes through the glass of his spectacles “Doc, what is it? You look worried, did something happen?”<br/><br/>“That mirror in your room... it's been pulsing greenish gold light for the past twenty minutes now, I think... I think the creepy face in that mirror wants to talk to you, it refuses to speak to me... so it must be waiting for you” Dockson replied “It rarely ever does this, so it must be important. I was about to come find you if you didn't return home soon...”<br/><br/>Snow White's expression was grave and worried, she nodded silently and proceeded into the cottage with Dockson... she looked at her treasured friend and second father as they eventually came to her bedroom door “I will do this alone, I know the mirror weirds you out”<br/><br/>Dockson nodded gratefully “I will get Crick to help me with supper, you deal with this. You'll find us in the kitchen when you're finished”<br/><br/>Snow White smiled softly and nodded “Alright. I'll try not to let this take too long”<br/><br/>Opening the door once Dockson had gone, Snow White silently stepped into and shut it behind her, she moved past the end of her bed towards the wall where the mirror hung “Mirror, mirror on the wall... I am here, so please, appear...”<br/><br/>The mirror's spirit insisting on being summoned via rhyme was thoroughly annoying, but rules were rules...<br/><br/>Eventually an eerie looking white face with black pits for eyes appeared in the silvery surface of the mirror, Show White put her best brave face “You desired to speak with me, spirit?”<br/><br/>“Fairest of the fairest, maiden with hair black as ebony, lips that shame the blood red rose, skin fair as new driven snow... a great task falls to thee... travelers seeking a guide of honor and good, the story teller beckons to thee to be of help... only you, they can trust”<br/><br/>“Show me, connect me with the story teller... let me speak with him, you have done so before... do so again” Snow White commanded.