#ahtohallanstart

[aurorasaintlaurent]

“ —  i’m dreadfully sorry, were you talking to me?” the beauty asked the other beside her, having completely zoned out. “ i didn’t even realize you were here.” last night, her first full sleepless night on the island, it was torture. she hadn’t slept for a couple hours, if at all, without the voices bothering her in her mind. aurora had spent most of the night pacing around her living quarters in ethereal heights, in a poor attempt to distract herself. 

before she knew it, the sun had risen and she was sure the village was coming to life now. perhaps that was what she needed, a bit of fresh air and a warm snack. a pastry from the bakery sounded good, and that was how she found herself walking towards the bakery when someone approached her — though she had hardly realized they were even there.

[bvnishcd]

tink sat, arms crossed on a table in the middle of the tavern. she was staring daggers across the room at the barmaid who’d refused to give her a mug of ale because she ‘looked like a child.’  she could tell that the longer she sat there, the more uncomfortable the woman became. she ventured to guess that the lady would last five more minutes before caving and giving tink the beverage she’d asked for. when someone stood in her line of sight she let out a very inhuman growl.  “move or i’ll decapitate you.”

[opcndoorpolicy]

Having arranged delivery to the estate, Anna thanked the stall owner with a smile before continuing on with her shopping. The novelty of being able to go out and purchase things for herself, to interact with all the people in the marketplace, still hadn’t worn off. Even before her parents had closed off the castle it had never been so lively, with things being so controlled and everyone on their best behavior.

Of course, the best part of shopping was the faster she got through her weekly allowance, the sooner she got to talk to Elsa. It wasn’t quite the sisterly bonding she was looking for, but she would take a lecture on fiscal responsibility over nothing at all. Which was why she found herself stopping at yet another eye-catching stall, every inch covered in brightly colored fabrics. Here Anna was quick to snatch up the loudest, tackiest green scarf she could find and wrap it around her neck before turning to a nearby fellow shopper, “What do you think? Can I pull it off?”

[alicexdodgson]

Alice stepped out of the Myth Smith, closing the door behind her and breathing out a sigh of relief. For some reason, everyone around seemed to need something written out today. It had meant a great deal of concentration and focus . . . something that gave her quite a headache.  Oh, she enjoyed her work, loved to make things look beautiful and artistic for others, but goodness!  What she wouldn’t have given for a moment to breathe, drink a cup of tea, and the chance to follow a curious little shadow that had entered the store earlier in the afternoon.

Well, for now, she planned to take the long way home. Perhaps it would give her a chance to stop by the Sweetest Things.  Some little cakes to go with her tea would be divine. A happy little smile curved her lips as she patted her jacket pocket where her new book waited.  She would sit on her little porch that overlooked the sea as she enjoyed tea and cakes and let herself get lost in the history of the Kingdom of Maldonia.

Turning to head towards the bakery, she blinked to find someone watching her. “Oh, hello,” she smiled. “Lovely afternoon, isn’t it?”

[encxntomirxbel]

for: open location: the misty guard inn

There was no denying that the week had been almost painfully long, and Mirabel’s energy had begun to wane very nearly in the middle of it. But, the weekend had come at long last, and she couldn’t have been more thrilled. With her duties completed and chores taken care of, she drank in the excitement of the prospect of a glorious two days filled with nothing. Rather, nothing aside from what she wanted to do. What she felt like. Having free time was something Mirabel was unaccustomed to, having come up in a home filled with constant bustle, and persistent comings and goings. Silence wasn’t something she’d ever been comfortable with, much like she hadn’t ever become truly comfortable with herself. And, silence only seemed to perpetuate the latter, leaving her with  nothing but the roaring of her own mind. 

Still, it was a state she was willing to brave in favor of exploration- exploration of this new, foreign idea of personal time. So, she’d planned accordingly, allowing herself all the tools necessary to fill her weekend with whatever pleasure came to mind. The plans had been laid, the stage had been set...And then, Mirabel was contacted by her boss, informed that another was unable to cover their shift for the day, and asked to fill in. Mirabel’s people-pleasing nature overwhelmed her, leaving her unable to say no. 

Her elbow rested upon the top of the large, cherry wood desk, back bent as she thumbed through the book open in front of her. Her eyelids were heavy, urging to close, her breathing slowing as sleep threatened to take her. The sound of bells chiming above the door roused her from her state, and she straightened her spine immediately, forcing a smile to her lips. “Good afternoon! Are you in need of a room? Or, is there something else I can help you with?”

[dinahjuniper]

it had been a relatively calm day at aroma magic, if dinah was honest. she fixed her shelves, made more potions, even made a few sales. in all, it was going perfectly smooth until this customer came in.

she wasn’t sure how she managed to be in a situation where someone was asking for a potion she could hardly sell at all. in fact, she didn’t even make any the past two days because they just sat on the shelf, taking up space and collecting dust. of course, though, that was just her luck. 

she pulled her hair back, tying it out of the way with the leather cord she usually kept on her wrist. “i apologize for the inconvenience,” she started, looking up from the small cauldron on her counter. “but this might take a while. i don’t have any on hand.”  she smiled apologetically, before digging through her choices for starter. “frankly, it might be more potent freshly brewed. may i ask why you asked for this one in particular? it’s rare i sell this one, let alone have a request for it.”

[leavesclad]

The Lost Boys had stayed away from the place the locals called the Wild Forest, since they’d walked through it to get to the Shimmer Shire, and Peter knew why. It was darker and more dense than the Neverwood, and it felt heavy and unwelcoming. But it was the closest place he had to somewhere like home, so he spent a lot of time at the treeline, sitting on the ground and stitching leaves together to make hats and shoulder plates for the Boys, the way Wendy had once sewed his shadow back on. He carved sticks to points with his dagger, and practising swordplay against the trees -- never actually harming them, of course. He couldn’t hear these trees, the way he could hear the ones back home, but he didn’t want to cut them. He knew they would still feel it.

It was early in the morning, and Peter had flown to the edge of the Forest as the sky was bleeding from light grey to deep orange as the sun rose. He alighted on the ground soundlessly, pulled out his small dagger, and started shadow sparring with the tree, thrusting and cutting in quick motions, imagining it was Hook in front of him. He couldn’t let himself get out of practise, in case the pirate Captain decided to leave Never Never Land too, and they crossed paths.

He heard leaves rustle behind him, and spun around quickly, holding the dagger out, defensively. One of the Lost Boys, come to find him? His old enemy, the Captain? Or one of the locals he’d mostly stayed away from in the month since he’d arrived in this place?