Cliesel

Hours and upon hours of wandering around this forest...          Well, alright. Maybe 'hours' was an exaggeration.                        Though for a White Rabbit, it felt like it! Delicately removing the pocket watch from his head to look at it, Eric's face crumpled up with all levels of disgust. "Well I'll be! An hour away from my deadline? Wonderful! Amazing! Oh, this is. just. so. P E A C H Y!" Gripping the watch with a great scowl, the boy placed it back on his head and sat down on a nearby tree stump. You can practically hear tiny growling noises from this fellow as he glumly looked down at the box he was suppose to deliver an hour

(Tick and tock... grrk--! It's no use... I'm so late!                         Oh no no no-- may God have mercy on my soul. This is only just my first assignment--!) Worrying thoughts splayed across his mind as Eric exited yet another winding pathway in the Mad Hatter Faction's dwellings. He ducked his head to avoid a flying teacup being tossed by who knows whom before jumping up to avoid a rolling barrel. Goodness gracious! Is there no break to this faction's madness?! Clutching onto a surprisingly untainted box containing a top hat, a sharp turn was taken and Eric was faced with the entrance of a forest. His throat moved slightly as he gu

(How did I....) His fingers awkwardly curled around the fine porcelain handle of the small cup. A brow furrowed as Eric swirled around the hot tea and looked up to his hostess of sorts. He did not even know her name. (H-How did I even get into this...!?) Three minutes ago, he was buying such an elegant top hat in an errand assigned to him, and it was only proper to venture out to where the Hatters will dwell in. The next thing you know, you're sitting down by a table and a lady like the poor shmuck you are, trying to find a way out of this.... hinderance. "Miss, I am delighted you've done such a splendid job with this uhm--" Cough. "--prepa