Post by knaveofhearts on Dec 29, 2009 11:42:57 GMT -5
Ah, the Hedge Maze. It was like a home to the Knave of Hearts. He actually spent more time there than in the kitchen, and anyone who knew the Knave and his dastardly tart-stealing ways would know that he spent a lot of time there.
The maze was the only place in Wonderland, apart from the Tulgey Wood, that the Knave actually liked, and he did consider it his home.
Currently, the Knave was wandering through the maze, eating one of his ill-gotten tarts(which were delicious, by the way), looking to find a nice place to relax with his guitar. A few minutes had gone by, and his tart was finished, and the Knave had found a perfect spot. He sat down, quickly tuning his instrument, and then began to play a slow but intricate melody he came up with the previous day.
"Oooh...that won't do at all," he said as he noticed his B string was out of tune. "No, it won't do at all," he muttered as he fixed the problem, which he shouldn't have had to, considering that he had just tuned it a minute ago.
"Oh well...no day's perfect..." he muttered as he started his song again. As he played, he realized that he hadn't seen anyone else in the maze yet that day, something he found very strange. 'Well, someone's bound to show up eventually,' he thought.
The maze was the only place in Wonderland, apart from the Tulgey Wood, that the Knave actually liked, and he did consider it his home.
Currently, the Knave was wandering through the maze, eating one of his ill-gotten tarts(which were delicious, by the way), looking to find a nice place to relax with his guitar. A few minutes had gone by, and his tart was finished, and the Knave had found a perfect spot. He sat down, quickly tuning his instrument, and then began to play a slow but intricate melody he came up with the previous day.
"Oooh...that won't do at all," he said as he noticed his B string was out of tune. "No, it won't do at all," he muttered as he fixed the problem, which he shouldn't have had to, considering that he had just tuned it a minute ago.
"Oh well...no day's perfect..." he muttered as he started his song again. As he played, he realized that he hadn't seen anyone else in the maze yet that day, something he found very strange. 'Well, someone's bound to show up eventually,' he thought.