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r (keoughr) wrote in mirage_rpg,

Giselle's own arrival a few days before hadn't been as big of a shock to her as it might have been to others. It had already happened to her once before; being pulled from Andalasia into New York. Well, she'd been pushed, actually. But that was beside the point. She was in this new and wonderous place and although she was without Prince Edward, Robert or Morgan, she was happy enough. She had everything she could possibly want when it came to material things. But she did miss her friends.

Each morning, to the dismay of some (she was sure), she pushed the doors to her balcony open and sang. This morning was no exception. She pushed the double doors open, clasped her hands and brought them up near her chin as she expanded her lungs full of air to begin a trilling song. She frowned when she was stopped before she could even begin by the sound of a confident voice calling out to no one in particular. She huffed and set her hands on the railing of the balcony and looked toward the sound.

A young man was leaning against a tree, looking around for signs of life. Stamping her foot, she turned and walked back into her room. It was completely and utterly pink. There was nothing that didn't have pink on it somewhere. She went to her wardrobe and shed her nightgown in favor of a blue dress with pink flowers. She began to sing, a little more quietly than she would have off the balcony, "aaah-aaah-aaah-ah-ah". Several times the melody was repeated until a few birds flew in the open doors and began to do her hair.

They knotted it and tied half of it up, while the lower half hung free down her back, gently curling at the ends. The red of her long hair contrasted nicely with the blue of the gown. When the birds finished their task, they flew back out the doors and Giselle stood to shut them before exiting her room. She tied her key to a ribbon around her waist and headed down to the foyer. She knew that if someone was yelling out there, he must be new or insane. She confirmed the idea that he was new when she saw the blinking light over the shiny platinum key.

She pulled the key from the hook and walked outside. She ran across the lawn, arms outstretched and humming. She skipped the last few feet before she stopped in front of the young man leaning on the tree. "Hello! I'm Giselle. What's your name?" She clasped her hands in front of her and smiled widely at him.