forever_after

[onebadapple]

Oh thank you so much, Miss Writer!

These new icons are so lovely! Although, don't be too upset that we couldn't find an icon of me being angry! We can leave being grumpy to... well Grumpy!

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[redwingingit]

They are lovely. They capture your beauty quite splendidly.

[onebadapple]

That's very kind of you to say, thank you so much!

[redwingingit]

It's the truth, miss. You are welcome though.

[onebadapple]

Oh please call me Snow White!

[redwingingit]

Okay, Snow White. You can call me Ceodore. It's nice to meet you.

[onebadapple]

It's very nice to meet you too, Ceodore! What an interesting name!

[redwingingit]

It's from my combining my father and uncle's names. Cecil and Theodore. [He blushes a little.] I...take it your name comes from the purity of your soul? Or the paleness of your skin?

[onebadapple]

It's because of my skin. My mother gave it to me.

[redwingingit]

It's a fitting name, either way. [Though if his mother heard it, he would put it past her to name a little sibling something that.]

[onebadapple]

That's really quite sweet of you, thank you!

[selfmadeprincess]

Oh, Snow White! Could you please come over here for a minute?

[In other words, please reply to the linked post by asking what's the matter. ^_^]

[onebadapple]

As much as I would like to, Rosemary I'm afraid my writer would rather not have me go there.

And you know, you shouldn't insult people, young lady.

[selfmadeprincess]

But Mr. Roy needs help! He's left for some reason and he doesn't think anyone appreciates him!

[onebadapple]

Ah ah ah! [Snow White is not nearly as sappy as you thought. She may be sweet and kind but don't think she's a complete pushover. She runs the dwarfs house like the boss she is.] I'll hear none of it until there's an apology.

[selfmadeprincess]

[Grrr....well played, Snow, well played...]

An apology to you or an apology to Mr. Roy?

[onebadapple]

To both, young lady. Roy probably doesn't feel appreciated because you've gone and told him you won't miss him. Don't think I can't read, Rosemary.

[selfmadeprincess]

I'll apologize to Mr. Roy. You're going to have to wait for your's, though. I'm afraid some re-evaluations are in order first.....

[onebadapple]

Well then, until I hear an apology I'm afraid I won't be going anywhere.

[selfmadeprincess]

I have to go somewhere, though, otherwise I won't be able to apologize to Roy!

Just be patient please; I will come back with an apology for you eventually.

[onebadapple]

[This is an amused Snow White who is willing to wait for your apology before she does anything.

Lesson to be learned, Rosemary: She runs a house of seven men for a reason.]

[selfmadeprincess]

[Lesson learned....that's why the re-evaluations are needed. Once they are made and Rosemary changes her "game plan" accordingly, she returns to Snow White, her head hanging low and wearing her best guilty look on her face.]

I'm sorry, Snow White. I shouldn't have been so bitter and said such mean things.

[onebadapple]

Much better. I'm glad you understand, Rosemary. It isn't nice to say such things! But you know, if you're feeling upset, you shouldn't take it out on others.

Why were you feeling bitter? Is something wrong?

[selfmadeprincess]

[Rosemary's train of thought skids from "Oh, I will get you for this, you irksome..." to "Wait...something wrong? A-ha!"]

Mr. Roy, he...he was the first person I met in-game. You know, when I made my introduction with the magic mirror. And him just leaving so suddenly, without any warning ahead of time....it upset me. I only told him he was ridiculous and that I wouldn't miss him because I was angry at him; angry at him for leaving. I hate it when people leave me, it's happened so many times before....

[Rosemary shudders a little on the inside and reminds herself to be more restrained...this was supposed to be deception, but that last statement she made rang uncomfortably true.]

[onebadapple]

Oh Rosemary... I'm sorry to hear that. But you know, you mustn't take your anger out on others or yourself. That doesn't help anyone in the long run. You should do something that would cheer you up!

You know, if you'd like, we could be friends. I never leave my friends willingly!

[The sheer difference was astounding between the two, as they were the exact same age. Snow White's parents were both dead, her step-mother wanted her dead and she was a servant in her own home yet she still found the heart to help others and stay cheerful. She was not jaded or manipulative such as Rosemary was. She was more naive, certainly, but she still had such a positive outlook on things.]

[selfmadeprincess]

.....I think I would like that. I hope it can be possible.

[The extreme similarities and extreme differences are both certainly amazing, and the more they gradually become clear, the more likely Rosemary is to be affected somehow. Who knows, perhaps that wretched "conscience" thing that Rosemary so hoped she had killed and buried long ago will come into play.]

[But that's neither here nor now, sadly. At the moment, all Rosemary thinks concerning Snow White is "I have to make sure she trusts me. And then I -WILL- find a way to make use of her...she -WILL- help me become the princess of Forever After!"]

[onebadapple]

Oh now, anything is possible! You can't give up!

[She offers a smile.] I'm so glad we can be friends.

[selfmadeprincess]

[Rosemary smiles back.] Yeah...so am I.

["I'd best watch myself with any post I make on this community toward any other Muse. I never know when Snow White could stumble upon and read it, after all....she's naive, but she's not unintelligent. And firmer than I initially gave her credit for..."]

[rrbando_rambo]

Way to be anger free, miss Princess! I dun think I have any angry icons either!

[Dale offered his most respectful bow and salute to the lovely Snow White.]

[onebadapple]

Dale! Oh how nice it is to see you! [She holds out a hand for him to get on.] Why, if it isn't one of my favorite chipmunks. What have you been up to?

[rrbando_rambo]

Snow’s kind reception was heartwarming, and was now resulting in a wide grin and a wagging tail from Dale. He did scamper into the palm of her hand happily.

“Gee, I can’t hardly keep track of all that’s happened ta me. I’m havin’ fun in the games I’m in, one of ‘em put me in a war against an angry god though… I wouldn’t go into too much ugly detail princess, but I did my best to protect a kid friend of mine, ended up with my fair share of batters n’ bruises instead.” He shuffled his feet at that, he always did get a little braver than necessary on account of trying to prove himself all the time. He perked up before his next question however. “Do you need a guard chipmunk, your royal highness?”

[onebadapple]

Snow White brought up her hand, careful now that Dale was in it. She listened as he spoke, she gently stroked his head.

"Well, you've always been the very brave sort, Dale. And how noble of you to defend a child! You're not hurt still, are you? As for me, my game is going quite well! We're having a royal costume ball! Hmmm.... but as for a royal guard I'm not sure! Might I just have a friend chipmunk instead?"

[rrbando_rambo]

Dale almost looked radiant, basking in the cheer he felt. To be treasured in some small way by the blessings Snow bestowed on him was one of his very favorite things, and receiving pats on the head for his efforts was just the icing on the cake.

“Me? Shucks, never been better.” The idea of being a royal guard having a real official job at a costume ball had retained a fair measure of his hopes just now, however Dale was never at a loss for lofty dreams.

Being a friend chipmunk sounded relatively tame, but nice. “That’d be swell. What do I gotta do?”

[onebadapple]

"Well that is very important! We can't have such a cute chipmunk getting hurt!" she giggled. "And you just have to keep me company. That's not so hard is it?"

[rrbando_rambo]

This got an enthusiastic tail wag out of Dale. “No trouble at all Princess! Do I still have to be real official lookin’? I guess I could get used ta keepin’ a straight face.” The elation on his face soon gave way to vague awe in response to his words. “My mundane keeps tellin’ me how cute it’d be, to be pet to a princess. Is there a place for me in yer castle?”