<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/58/03/e8/5803e8e17bc5a12dee14be939265569b--disney-cruiseplan-disney-princess.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Red Riding Hood<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Southern Germany -> Snow’s Castle<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>as pictured<br/><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Arriving<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Sun Wukong, Kitsune, Bigby<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Green eyes fluttered open. Enough meditation, enough communing with the forest around her, for now. She was hungry!<br/><br/>The red-hooded girl sat in a meditative lotus pose upon a giant toadstool, with trees all about. Birds had gathered above, and small mammals below, while she meditated, as was oft their wont.<br/><br/>They did not beg or scramble for food when Red pulled her picnic basket into her lap. She hummed to herself, and more than a few birds sang along with saccharine sweetness. She fished through her basket, and just as warm smells wafted out - she happened upon a letter she certainly did not remember adding to today’s lunch.<br/><br/>She unfolded and read the thing. It was not going to be a quiet peaceful day after all.<br/><br/>Just as she signed the thing, she noticed also a pocket mirror in her basket. She picked it up, brushed her hair, and saw the image of a castle replace the reflection of her own face.<br/><br/>She looked closer. Then it seemed there was no mirror at all - only the image of the castle, rising high in front of her, for real.<br/><br/>She heard a booming voice.<em>”SUN WUKONG, THE MONKEY KING, HEAVEN'S GLORIOUS….”</em><br/><br/>She looked over and saw the boisterous speaker. It became clear from his announced intentions that he had received a summons much like her own.<br/><br/>She tilted her head, curtsied to him and his female companion, and replied in a comparatively demure voice. “Sun Wukong, was it? I am Red. Sounds like I have come to the right place. My errand is that same summons.”<br/><br/>With that, she marched forward. She felt prickles and tingles run through her body - not from the imposing castle itself, but a certain presence.<em>The</em>Presence. A flush ran through her body. An emotion she had discovered to exist on the far side of fear, a transcending acceptance, akin to pleasant surrender, for if death was inevitable to all, there was naught for it but to enjoy the sensory richness of life. She whispered, “Bigby, my lord…is that you...I am here.”<br/>