Wonderland

[Jefferson]

Welcome to the Wonderland! 

A world where everything is nonsense.

Nothing is what it is,

because everything is what it isn't.

And contrary wise,

what is, it wouldn't be.

And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?”

[Jefferson]

If you were given the power to travel anywhere in the world, what would you do? In the blink of an eye you'd find yourself in an entirely new place. A place where it snowed? Or perhaps in the blistering heat? Maybe even in the forest, listening to the rain fall around you. Would you not use your gift? And what if you could travel to different worlds? Where the unknown is yours to explore? The adventures you'd have, the creatures and friends you would meet, and the secrets of these worlds were yours to hold? For many, such a dream could not become real. Some didn't even believe in other worlds except for their own. Their minds were closed off to the thought of other lands, thrown across time and space, separated from one another. Such travel couldn't be done... but magic had a way of making the impossible, possible. 

There were a select few in these worlds who stumbled across such magic, and used their new gift to explore and discover the worlds beyond their own. One such being, was a man with a magical hat. He wore a long old tailcoat, tattered from his days travelling. He was a tall man, with messy light brown hair, and curious blue eyes. The man, with the magical top hat donned upon his head found such magic. And his name was Jefferson. 

Jefferson was known as a portal jumper. Using the ability of his hat, he could open up any door which lead to him any world with magic. His mind was opened up to the most extraordinary things, and he relished in the freedom it brought him. He had known the harshness of being poor, the lack of choices given to those who had no money, no future. Now, he was a man of his own. A man who could travel anywhere, and bask in their treasures and secrets. He met the knights of Camelot, had tea with the fawns in Narnia, he'd even arm wrestled with pirates and danced with the empress of Fantasia. There was one land which seemed to always pull him back. No matter how many times he visited it, it always had something new, something wondrous.  Wonderland. 

A world filled with nonsense and dreams, it spoke to him. He had made many friends in this world. The March Hare, being one of his closest friends, and he held dearly. He always up for joining him in his little schemes, and the two often had tea parties to share with their friends. Ah yes, Jefferson seemed to get into all kind of shenanigans while visiting these worlds, and they often came with consequences. Like at this moment in time.

With one hand held onto the top of his hat to keep it from falling off, he ran from the pack of cards which were currently chasing him. Honestly, he didn't know cards were so sensitive, all he did was make a joke them making a rummy. The cards looked at each other dumbfound at first, before they began their charge. He knew wonderland like the back of his hand, or so to speak. He followed the road leading into the wondering woods, where he soon lost the pack of cards at the signs. Each sign pointed in different directions, and the cards didn't seem to understand, as they bumped and fell upon one another in a confusion. 

A job well done. Jefferson dusted himself off, and tipped his hat, before walking down the hidden road once more, humming a tune, content that nothing else would steer him from his course... 

[Alice Pleasance]

There were few lessons that needed to be learned in life: one being to always believe in the impossible. That was a lesson that she was born with.

From the youngest years of her life, Alice had been a quick-witted little girl full of the most wondrous curiosities and imagination. In one single night she could dream up an entire world of her own, filled with the craziest and most complex scenery, creatures, and characters alike. There was no limit to how far her imagination was willing to go, and what helped to push it was always one little thing. She simply believed in it. Yes, all of these worlds were true to her mind. When she looked up at the sky and saw just how far the stars could go, she thought to herself: what else could be out there? When she thought of the world and the astounding things it held in her little reality, it made not one bit of sense to think that things such as mermaids couldn't exist. That there wasn't a land filled with dragons, or a sea with magical ships. She believed whole-heartedly in these worlds. In worlds such as Wonderland.

She had quickly become her own Queen in the most strange and utterly confusing land across all of the universe. Short and stout, with her little blue dress and blonde hair tied in ribbons, Wonderland had become her playground. To pull pranks, go on fascinating adventures, befriend odd creatures and nutty townspeople. She was but seven-years-old when she first stumbled upon Wonderland. She still recalled her first trip down the rabbit hole, when she chased after the White Rabbit whom had come to fetch the girl he proclaimed to be Wonderland's destiny. She was a hero of some sort, it said so in his books, but when he met the silly young girl he put his hand to his head and sighed. But after she had discovered such a place, she never wanted to go home. The times that she did had been hard: her father believed her to be crazy, and perhaps she was. But in Wonderland, crazy was normal. In little Alice's heart, crazy was what belonged.

She met and made many friends over the years of her back-and-forth trips to Wonderland. Between the rabbit, the Cheshire Cat, and her most memorable.. the mad man with the hat. She remembered Jefferson. From when she was a rowdy, sassy little thing that followed at his heels. She didn't give him much of a choice but to take her along with him on his adventures. They were partners, an odd pairing to begin with. So much mischief had they gotten into together, until the time came in which she had to go home. From age seven to ten, she had been off with the portal-jumper in the most miraculous journeys until the reality set in that she was just a girl. A girl whom needed to go home to her father. And so when she did return to the man whom thought his daughter to be dead, he was madder than before. He treated her as a prisoner, all the way up until he made her a patient of the asylum. She was sixteen when he decided to lock her away due to her stories of places like Wonderland and Enchanted Forests. Now, she was sixteen as she returned to Wonderland: as the White Rabbit had done it again. He created a portal to save the girl and bring her back to what was her destiny.

Alice never planned to see her friend again. Time worked differently between the worlds, and the Land Without Magic was one that he couldn't reach. Neither of them truly knew how much time could pass from where she was and wherever he could possibly be. She doubted that he would still be that seventeen-year-old boy that loved mischief just as much as she. No, he would definitely be older: how much older, she wasn't sure. And with age, he had likely long ago forgotten that little girl with the blue dress.

She was back in Wonderland, and in just as much trouble as she had been the first time they met. Now, she was a woman grown. Still young in her age, yet a woman, a different look behind her crystal blue eyes. And again, she was running. In Wonderland, she was always running. Her boots splattered mud up onto the bottom of her white gown as she raced through the forest. There were spots everywhere that she had hid knick-knacks and treasures. She could still remember them all, a map inside her mind. One of the best hiding spots she had ever decided to make, was where she ran to now. Nearly falling to her knees, she stopped behind a giant mushroom that was marked with an 'A' and began to dig with her hands. Dirt flew around her, and her eyes darted back and forth from the ground and to where she had been running from. Just as one of the red and white guards stopped in his tracks to point at her, she felt her knuckles rub against cold metal.

Back then she had been to small to wield it. Her arms were too short and her legs too wobbly, but the hilt of the sword fit perfectly in her grasp now. She stood to her feet, holding out the weapon as the guards began to circle her. She may not have been much of a fighter. But she did have one thing on her side.

As one of the guards swung at her, she ducked and allowed him to hit the guard standing behind her. It was like a dance, running and twirling around as the guards tried and failed to hit her. Instead, they were only hitting themselves. The sword she held was merely for precautions as it wasn't in her heart to hurt anyone or anything. But nothing stopped her from tricking them into taking themselves out.

[Jefferson]

It wasn't a surprise the Queen would send her guests after him, in fact, she pretty much sent them after anyone who was a threat, or if she even took a dislike to them. She was a cruel woman, who had no heart, if you can mind the pun. His advantage was his mind. Whilst the Queen only seemed to remain in the comfort of her palace and it's grounds. He knew every twist and turn there was in wonderland, and of course, the people and creatures wouldn't turn him in to her. For how can you permit a law in a place where logic and law doesn't exist. Tugging on his tailcoat, he followed the various roads through the forest. Now, he was free from the eyes of the Queen, and could continue his leisurely trip through wonderland. 

What a terrific golden afternoon it was, he had his fair share of excitement, but now it was time to move onto the next thing. Perhaps he could sweet talk the Dutchess into giving him a room for the night. Although, he'd rather not be lumbered with her pig baby. He doubted the tweedles would give him much time to think, as they could snap from one story to another. And he certainly didn't want to have oysters again with the Walrus and Carpenter, they argued non-stop, like an old married couple. Whilst on his stroll, he heard common coming from behind the trees to his left. He knew it would only get him into either more trouble or a predicament. The man couldn't resist. He walked through the long twisting trees, and came to a stop just behind one of the big trunks. He watched intrigued, as he saw a young woman with blonde hair escaping from a pack of cards, as he did. The buggers didn't know when to give up. 

He watched as she crouched under one of the large mushrooms, and was about to turn away, thinking she had been caught, when he suddenly heard the sound of metal, and not just any sound. It was the chink of a sword. His attention was drawn back to the woman with blonde hair and muddy shoes, as she stood up against the cards. He leaned against the tree, and watched as the cards tumbled and fell into one another. He couldn't help but smirk as he watched the cards dance around her, they being the only ones who seemed to have trouble. He stayed there until the end, and finally his eyes took in the young woman. Her gown was muddy, and her hair was in messy waves down her back. She held onto the sword, he guessed it was only for precaution. She wouldn't hurt them. 

It was then he saw her face. And he realised he knew this woman. Or more to the point, the girl she used to be. There was no way he could ever forget her face. Her body might of changed, but her face was the same curious and wondrous face as his was. It was a face he knew well, and had missed for all these years. Time had slipped by, and he couldn't believe how much she had changed. No longer the silly girl who used to get in trouble with him, but a mature woman. Yeah... 'mature' wasn't exactly the best word. He knew she'd still be that silly nuisance who laughed in the face of danger. He couldn't wait any longer, and he stepped out of the shadows. He clapped as he approached, his cheeky grin placed on his face. "Y'know, you're suppose to use the pointy end" he teased softly, and tipped his hat to her. 

[Alice Pleasance]

The Queen always had a bit of a vendetta against her. She hated how those in Wonderland adored little Alice, and even when she was bit a young girl the queen saw her as a threat. So, as long as she was in Wonderland, so long would the guards be on the look out for her. But as could be seen, it wasn't too hard to get them off one's tail. The blonde paraded around them, a small grin surfacing as they knocked into one another and tripped over themselves. There were a few whom made a couple stab wounds on each other, but nothing entirely deadly. The five guards were left on the ground, either unconscious or moaning and muttering in pain. She wondered what the Queen would make of them when they returned to her castle empty-handed, defeated in quite the pathetic way at that. The one thing Alice knew most about the Queen, was she despised being made fool of.

She didn't linger on the thought of the doomed cards for long. Instead, she rolled one onto his back and began to take from him. It was a rule of thumb she learned when young, that when you were the victor you had rights to keep what they had on their person. That likely wasn't the right way of going among things, but thieving was something her and the Hatter had done much of. She took a strap off one of the guards, and instead put it across her shoulder so that she could carry her sword on her back. It was as she was pick-pocketing that she heard a voice: a very much familiar one, and she eagerly raised her head to meet with the face of a long missed friend.

The last thing Alice expected was to find him again. With so many worlds and countless lands, he could have been years away from ever returning to Wonderland. This was the one magical world she was able to reach, and the closest she could get to seeing him. How was it that he would be here, right on this day that she returned? It was fate, one could say. Destiny that she would reunite with her partner, and create more chaos and havoc across the realms. As one chapter closed with her crawling through the rabbit hole, a new one opened as she locked eyes with that same mischievous, glistening pair.

It was a lie to say that he hadn't changed: though she would admittedly say it came with relief that it wasn't as drastic as she had imagined. He was but a few years older, his face barely aged at all. He was still full of that brightness and curiosity that she had left him with six years ago in her time. She had definitely aged much more than he had, taking her from a little girl to a woman near his own age. But all she saw was her dearly missed friend, and man whom had taught her everything she knew of magic and adventure.

"So that's how it goes. I have the terrible habit of learning everything backwards." Alice's grin slowly grew the longer she looked at him, her excitement kicking into overdrive. She had such an urge to turn into that child again, who would run and latch onto him without a care. But she wasn't as short as she used to be, and weighed enough now that she would likely tackle him down. But she didn't think of that now, as she did exactly as her childish mind told her to. She raced over to the Hatter and jumped onto him, knocking them both down into the dirt. She merely laughed, careless to how odd they looked.

[Jefferson]

He landed with a thud, his back hitting against the ground, as she leap towards him, jumping onto him in a delightful hug. He winced slightly but he couldn't help but join in her laughter. They remained on the floor for a moment, laughing. A reunion after 6 years, it was hard to believe. To him it felt longer, the worlds which he travelled all had their own time and space, some worked faster, some were shorter. His hand went to her head and messed up her hair, grinning from ear to ear as he wrapped his arms around her in a large hug. "I hope you haven't forgotten  everything  I taught you" he chuckled as he sat up from the ground and looked at her. 

He recognised her smile, her cheeks and piercing blue eyes. Her blonde hair was longer now than before, but still he could see the little girl in her. He brought them up to their feet, dusting himself off and fixing his hat upon his hat. "Although, next time a little warning would be nice" he chuckled, picking off some of the dirt from his shoulder. He looked at her once more, and gestured down her "It's hard to believe that little snotty nose brat, has turned into a less snotty nosed young lady" he teased her softly, bowing slightly like a gentleman. He knew she couldn't stand the formalities of her own world which she had told him about before. How men were see as power and proud, whereas the women were seen and not heard. She wasn't as lady like as the others she'd told him. And he certainly knew it wouldn't be the case this time around. 

"How'd you get here? Why didn't you return?" he questioned her. He was curious to know. He knew how much this land meant to her, she loved its wild nonsense and the people just as crazy as themselves. He knew something must of happened, for she would of returned no matter what. He wished he could travel to her world, he of given anything to travel her to land and rescue her like in the stories she told him about. Her hand had such weird tales, and he'd enjoyed listening to her tell them at their tea parties. He remembered waiting for her return, but there was no little girl in a blue dress visiting anymore. 

[Alice Pleasance]

Before, his arms left much room for her to wiggle around in his hugs due to her size. Now she was totally engulfed in his embrace and it wasn't necessarily because of him alone that she felt butterflies in her belly. It had been so long since she felt the strange thing of comfort. It was almost as if for six years she was constantly living on the edge, expecting for the worst to happen. For the first time in a while, she felt what it was like to belong again. It didn't hurt any that it was his smile radiating towards her, or his eyes that gleamed as they locked with her own. She didn't notice before how handsome he was. Likely because then the idea of boys had never even crossed her mind, and she only saw the Hatter as a large idiot. But as he brought the two of them back up to their feet, she had to stop for a moment and tilt her head. Her eyes were slightly squinted as she observed him, noticing many new things that a child's eyes simply glance over. It was followed with a small expression that was the facial movement equivalent to a shrug of the shoulders.

"Pirates," she suddenly pipped. His question was a complicated one, and it would take a long time of explaining for him to truly understand it all. She always had quite the knack for storytelling, especially during their tea parties. Even as a mere seven-year-old girl she had an expanded vocabulary and it was rather humorous to listen to a little girl speak like a scholar. Her storytelling may have gotten a little rusty with no one to tell stories to. But she didn't want to just yet admit to how she had been labeled as a nutcase back at home, or her amount of time spent in the asylum. She was happy to be free of it and so instead: "I was taken by pirates."

She began to walk, nowhere specific in mind but it was decided to be best to move away from the downed guards before they woke up again. She adjusted the sword on her back, placing it in the center for more comfort. "When I returned home, it was much different than before. There was fire burning in the center of the sea, the sound of canons going off left and right. London had gone quite haywire; people running, screaming, evacuating the city. But it was I who decided to take a stand against the pirates whom came to invade our land..." she told her story animatedly, not giving him a chance to interrupt and call her bluff. "..and so when I defeated the cursed siren, they set me free. Now I'm back, and ready to hear all about how much you missed me."

[Jefferson]

"Are those slimy pirates everywhere?" he pipped in as he listened to her story. He didn't interrupt her as she animatedly told her tale to him. She used her hands to covey what she was saying, and used the most bazaar imagery. He had missed her stories, and of course, her company. He'd remember the little girl who tagged along on his journeys. He took her to many worlds, as she was only able to travel to this world and her own. Ironic how the one place he cannot travel too is her own home. Many of their friends scowled at him, telling him he should have been more responsible and mature. 'Taking a little girl there is dangerous!' 'She's barely even a lady and you'd take her to a place like that?', he's heard all the complaints, but he didn't care. He made sure she was safe... most of the time. He was always their to rescue her, and she had even rescued him numerous times with her quick thinking and witty remarks. They were perfect partners in crime, and he'd grown to care for the little girl in the blue dress. 

The little girl left and a woman returned in her place. He didn't care though, he was just happy to see her again. He listened to her adventure in her own world. Her bravery and skills were exceptional, and he almost chuckled to himself. He asked her questions about her adventure, like what happened next, and who the people were in her story. He'd always been curious about her own world. She described it with such enrichment, he wished he could see it for himself. He wanted to see the place known as London, with its busy streets and culture. 

He followed, walking beside her with his hands in his coat pockets. He grinned and looked at her "hmm... I wouldn't say missed. Or like, Misplaced" he teased her, and nudged her arm with his elbow. "And of course, I know you would of missed me" he sighed, obviously playing with her "No one else makes tea except yours truly. And of course, my fashion sense" he gestured down his tattered clothes, a smirk playing on his lips. 

[Alice Pleasance]

Their little adventures had never exactly been 'safe'. On countless occasions one of them ended up: kidnapped, arrested, cursed, injured, and many more. Jefferson had always acted as her knight in shining armor, swooping in and doing the craziest schemes to save her from trouble. She also had her fair share of saving him in return. Whether it be with her witty remarks, diabolical plans, sneaking past dangerous places, or simply playing an act. They had been quite the team and even close friends. Even now, years later and as different people, they hadn't a problem in speaking as if it was just yesterday they had been together.

Underneath the descriptive story of adventure, she was different. In the back of her mind there was the reminder of where she had really been and the torture it had put her through. It made her stronger, harder. With age she was also more aware. But even with all these new traits, there was still one most important thing that stayed. She was still that curious, adventurous, wild-spirited girl. She was waiting for this day to come where she could explore, thieve, prank, and live again. If the Hatter would have her.

"You're right, Mr. Hatter. All these years it was your fashion sense I was worried about missing." Alice grinned over at him, her hand idly fiddling with the necklace around her neck. During her years at the place she hated to call home, it was the only thing that helped her keep her sanity. It was her reminder that Wonderland and Jefferson were in fact real, because it was a pendant that he had given to her. They nearly were executed for stealing it, but at the end of the day rather than pawning it he gave it to her. "How could I possibly miss our mad adventures? It isn't as if I would love to celebrate our reunion by stealing from the Queen."

[Jefferson]

"Why Miss Alice, what do you take me for?" he held a hand over his heart and pretended to look hurt "I am a changed man, I would never steal from our Lovely Queen, she happens to be a very misunderstood lady" he sighs and looks ahead of them "I thought you'd grown up" he tried to keep his act up, but it wasn't long until his lips formed a grin, and he chuckled at his own performance. He couldn't help but feel his giddy self once more, just as he had before whenever they were together. They really were a bad influence on one another, but that was what made them the best partners. He put his hands back in his pockets, and smirked "Anything you had in mind?" 

It wasn't as if this would be the first time they had stolen from the Queen. They had sneaked into her castle numerous times in the past, but getting inside wasn't the problem. It was always the getting out that proved the tricky part. She was no ordinary Queen, there was something about her that rubbed him the wrong way. She seemed to know more than she was letting on, she was no innocent woman. She was cold and cruel, having no mercy on her subjects. Not even on her own 'husband', the king of hearts, who is nothing more than a pawn by her side. He'd remembered the time he and Will Scarlet were captured. The two friends were caught picking her majesty's mushrooms. She would of chopped off their heads if it wasn't for the Dutchess aiding them in their escape. He couldn't allow the same thing to happen to Alice. There was one advantage this time. The Queen didn't know Alice had returned. 

[Alice Pleasance]

Alice rolled her eyes at his jester, an easy smile still on her lips. If the Hatter had suddenly become a man changed, then Wonderland was now the ordinary. She couldn't imagine either of them any different than they were now: simply mad. There was a numerous amount of things she would love to take from the Queen, but there was one thing that stuck out in her mind the most. The Queen despised her, wanted nothing more but her head on a stick. Alice was a threat to her position of power in Wonderland, and so what better way to announce her return than.. "I want to take her crown."

She didn't chance glancing in Jefferson's direction. They had done plenty of dangerous things, including stealing from different kings and queens across realms. But never had they tried to take something so prized and of much importance. It was either because he didn't want to put her in that much of danger, or he knew that was sticking his head out too far. Either way, she had her mind made up.

[Jefferson]

He knew it would not be as simple as a quick theft from the Queen and the two would walk away with their heads still on their neck. He knew she would have to choose something flamboyant and special. The Queen's crown was something she cherished, and prided herself on. The jewels on her crown looked like the size of a fist, and golden plate shone like a sun in the light. Only the best for the Queen.  
"The crown?" he repeated as he looked at her in bewilderment "The Crown of the Queen of hearts, one of the most ruthless beings we have encountered and who would just love to mount our heads on a spike?" he raised an eyebrow to her and scoffed "Are you completely mad?"  he frowned, shook his head slightly "It's pointless, impossible, unbelievably dangerous!" he exaggerated with his hands, and glanced at her. A small smirk began to creep on his lips "When do we start?" 

Of course, he was always up for a challenge, and stealing the Queen's crown seemed like the best idea for spending an afternoon. He could always send them somewhere else, maybe to Oz? Or even the enchanting world of Fantasia. That was, if they were able to escape.  No doubt the Queen would hear of Alice's return sooner or later. She always had it in for the blonde little girl, as if she was the biggest threat in all of wonderland. He didn't really understand her fear of a small girl. But she was no longer the child as before. "Do you happen to have a plan in mind? Or is this when you turn around and smile innocently and tell me to improvise?" he raised his eyebrow at her questioningly  and waited for her reply. 

[Alice Pleasance]

There had been plenty of posters at many given times, pinned onto trees or hanging in the marketplace, all which featured their faces. Wanted posters, as if the two were dangerous criminals out on the loose in Wonderland. After a few of their shenanigans, she bet there were some in other worlds as well. But the Queen of Hearts had a special hated for Alice and the Hatter, and was looking to kill them at any chance. Which made this mission even more exhilarating and painstakingly dangerous. That made it perfect for the two of them. A simple task of stealing from under the caterpillar was no way to celebrate: and now that she was a woman grown, there was nothing stopping her from pulling even more dangerous stunts. She listened to his argumentative ramble, a smile still etched on her face as she waited for the moment where he would agree.

"A plan? What do you take me for?" Alice feigned hurt, placing a hand over her heart as she spun around to face him. "This is the Queen's castle we're talking about. A place where we can't expect what will happen and so we'd need a plan A, B, C and D if we were truly talking about plans. There simply isn't much time when we're halfway there already." She spoke as she walked backwards, looking at him as if he should have known this all already. Of course it was all playful, but she was serious about how their adventure begun now. There wasn't much time until the unconscious guards awoke and returned to the castle, and the Queen would be losing her own head about the not-so-new intruder of her land.

[Jefferson]

"Mmm, I had a feeling you were going to say something along those lines" he rolled his eyes playfully, walking along the path facing her as she began to walk backwards with her face towards him. Wonderland had changed since the last time Alice was here, and not for the better. The Queen was just as mad as their world. She was obsessed with finding the two of them, and personally seeing to their heads being put on a spike. She was relentless and ruthless, not caring for anyone in her way. Not even her love sick husband, who would do anything for her. He doubted even the small king of hearts was free from his wife's wrath. "Worse case happens, I'll say you sweet talked me into it" he grinned. Of course, he would never do such a thing. He would rather take the blame then allow any risk befall Alice. The thought of her being caught by the Queen sent a shiver down his neck. 

As they approached the end of the wandering woods, he stopped at the top of the hill and looked out the horizon. He could see the Queen's castle in ths distance. It was nothing but grand, sparing no expense for the Queen. The Mushroom grove stood in their way between the castle, the mushroom's were able to do the most extra-ordinary things. He'd learned the hard way of their power years ago. It was while he was on another escape that he had bumped into Alice for the first time, dragging the girl into his mess. Of course, she had a knack for trouble as he did. He chuckled to himself at the memories, before looking back at her "You ready to go you're majesty" he joked. 

[Alice Pleasance]

Alice didn't know how much Wonderland could have changed since her last time here. But the Queen could only get worse and grouchier with age, she supposed.  As they reached the top of the hill she looked over the land which used to be her playground. There was a little village to the side of the castle, the shambles of each house old and falling apart. The Queen was more of a title of power for the dictator: she didn't do much of anything at all to take care of the inhabitants. But Alice's eyes were drawn to the castle itself, visually splendid in all it's glory. She remembered walking down the checker printed path which led to the throne, the court hidden behind masquerade masks with silent mouths and eyes that judged. None of it had ever scared her. She still wasn't afraid, as she was more than eager to sneak inside and steal the Queen's prized possession. "As if they'd believe a word you have to say," she teased. Looking over at him, she grinned from ear to ear. "I'm always ready."

She began to walk down the steep hill, the Mushroom Grove at the bottom. At times she used to play around with the magical powers they offered. That was, after she figured out the way it worked. She wouldn't forget the time she was stuck as no more than four inches tall at one point. But, they definitely came in handy. Which was why she stopped at one of the mushrooms, breaking off a piece from either side. A bit from one side makes you larger, while one side makes you small. She forgot in exactly what order it was, but she put the large pieces in the brown cross-shoulder bag she carried. "You don't suppose it'd be impossible to sneak a piece of this into the Queen's food? Someone would likely step on her then," she voiced her thoughts idly.