Thread: Wonderland Storybook

Camette yawned, his darker than night tail swishing behind him. It was almost as if it was saying, "Let's get a move on."
"A bright day today," he noted, "with the flowers buzzing with gossip as usual." He rubbed his eyes, staring at the dawn colored sky. He let loose another yawn before leaping off his tree branch.

"Time to get moving." Camette ordered, rapping his knuckles on the side of his head, a grin plastered on his face. He didn't look like the Cheshire Cat's son, nor did he act like it all the time, but he definitely had his father's signature smile. His hair fell into his eyes, much to his distaste, so he puffed out a breath to move it. It fell right back in its original position. Camette rolled his eyes, and started walking.

It wasn't often he walked where he wanted to go, but this was a different occasion. He had invited all the teams, Gemini included, surprisingly, for a special purpose: A treaty.

Not everyone was clear about what happened. Some, if not all commonly known versions were tainted by bias, whether as propaganda or as slander. A sad thing, really. How a populace could develop its own mercenary group that existed solely as a behind the scenes push, driven by monetary gains.

And, with Ligente camped in an old Reginae base, they probably had money to give, what with all the trinkets lying around. After all, dead people were notorious for their poor bargaining skills and inability to dissuade thieves.

Camette pulled his head out his thoughts, muttering, "As if I didn't hear it all before." He was all too aware of the threat that Ligente and Gemini posed. If anything, this meeting was more influenced by his fear of their power than his want for peace.

He came to the clearing, where eight tree stumps were positioned in a circle. A small ghost of a smile crossed his face as he sat on the tallest one and grabbed the sides, rocking back and forth. They were all against each other currently. Each of them had their own minds- they would decide who to join. Furor's son, or Ligente's daughter. Or neither, and remain neutral.

He hoped that there would be a peaceful agreement, not another war. How high were his hopes? Extremely. How realistic? Probably that that much.

[[It's okay, we all make mistakes. ^^" Me included. My last post just happened to occur more in the woods than the meeting grounds, so I placed it there.]]