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r (keoughr) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

Giselle had decided that if she was going to keep being pushed and pulled into different worlds she might as well make the best of it. This meant that the horrid bedroom she'd been given had also been given a makeover. With the help of her animal friends, though she'd suspected most of them of being goblins, she'd managed to drape her room in gauzy pink fabrics, find flowers for vases here and there, and she'd even sewn a bedspread and some curtains. She still wasn't terribly fond of it, but it would do.

This morning when she'd risen from her bed, she'd felt refreshed, surprisingly enough, and she found that the closets and drawers here were as magical as they had been on Mirage. There was no need for her to sew her own dresses, the closet was full of them. She selected a pale pink one for today and slipped it on, pulling her hair only part way up and sliding her feet into a pair of matching pink ballet flats. Afterward, she'd skipped out of her room to find something to eat.

She followed her nose to a tent from which delicious smells were wafting. "Good Morning!" She quipped cheerfully to the man who stood behind the counter. She picked out an apple and a hot croissant with ham and cheese in the middle. She gave the man a smile, but when she turned around she couldn't remember what he looked like. She shrugged and continued on her way. Munching on her food, she wandered through the village, watching different demonstrations, listening to the music, clapping at shows.

Even if she didn't choose to be here, there was fun to be had. She sat down to watch a joust and when that finished she watched a sword fight in another part of the field. She was about to turn away, not sure that it was really her thing when a man suddenly popped out of thin air, right between the two men. She gasped and put a hand to her open mouth. "Oh no!" She cried and rushed to the fence that separated the spectators from the fighters. Her large blue eyes widened and she shook her head. "Get out of there! Oh, do hurry!"

She rushed around the perimeter of the fighting area and found a gate with a latch. She opened it and held it open for the man to rush out when he was able to get away. He didn't appear entirely defenseless, not with that strange stick. But he certainly wasn't in full battle armor the way the other two were. "Over here!" She cried out above the clanging of swords and clash of metal.