*; i wander in the land of wonder
Orange marmalade, the scene is covered with its scent and its vivid color with a pinch of a lost Bonheur. Beau’s lower lip juts down to a frown, but not really apologetic for himself. Surely if there’s something left in Escoria that has as much of a nice scene somewhere, there is no argument to go back.
There weren’t things all too magical to be considered a “shot” to take now a days, really-- and that’s why he has inclined to hate the fairy godmother for vanishing the last thing he has hoped to have or at least feel in this world. That’s why he’s here, in this Enchanted Forest hoping to find the Wonderland his Professor has been talking about.
Because Beau thinks the wonderland is a version of some slightly modified variant of magic left, and if that wasn’t something to see, he’d better call it a day-- but he won’t the second he finds a hole, a rabbit hole.











