Spells, Summons, Strikes... and Trixie?

time: unknown, place: floating somewhere

Trixie's P.O.V.

The darkness was deafening. I felt a weighted something on my chest but whatever it was couldn't push me all the way into whatever I was floating in. I tried to move to find excessively wraped and bound like a living mummy! The air I could breathe was, how do I put it bluntly, almost fresh. And smelt of a heavy hodgepodge of bad oatmeal, rotten root vegetables, really strong bathtub cleaner, cheap dollar store aromatherapy candles, and the by far worst instance ever to invade my nose.

Silently I cast a spell . . . only to get a raking pain shoot like flaming lightning though my chest and my head. no these are symptoms of Mana depletion. Had i used that much of my power so soon?  NO, I had so much against Dash . . . . . . . . . . . Oh . . . I had squandered my gift. Magical power was not an endless fountain even magic has it's limits. and what did you do Bellatrix Lulamoon? I wasted it, that's what! I wasted it for what ends? To prove I could, that's what. My mental wall of my pride crumbled like a dirt wall against a mighty river. I shamelessly wept.

late afternoon (about 4:45 PM),

on top of a now crying 'dumpling' in a tub of 'stew'

??? P.O.V.

"Oh no, the poor 'dumpling'! She crying up a deluge. There there why humans can't just ignore petty things like sunlight like more sophisticated beings I'll never know. Oh Allison, yoohoo, yes you. You silly china doll. The 'dumpling' in the 'stew' has gone from Mana Depletion to severe Mana Drain. Now chop chop we need those extra clothes and your mana cake with red meat stake. Oh this will cut into our budget this month. I, Cheshie the cheshire cat do hope you spin a good yarn my little 'dumpling'. Cause that would be bad for you for that would make me very hungry then I'll just have to eat you to control myself. And that would be just awful. Humans are foul things."

Third person P.O.V.

As the talking tabby cat with the enormous smile sitting plop in the middle of pool toy (a inflatable beer cooler). A man with porcelain skin and short red hair pulled the 'dumpling', that being a mummified Trixie from a green fluorescent chunky gloop. the man took a knife from the table and with defth grace and surgeon's skill freed Trixie from the bindings on her arms.

As Trixie clawed the bandage covering her face. That when she noticed besides a gauze rap all she had on was her bra and panties!!! The man with the china skin handed Trixie a set simply cut shirt and skirt of loose and modest proportion. She was also given a large braided belt.

"Now dumpling you'll need to change out of those undergarments you needn't worry about modesty, But if must be that way at least impart one's name. Unless you enjoy being called the name; 'dumpling'?"

"Well yes that would be a travesty wouldn't now. G-g-r-reat and powerful is what Trixie call's oneself and no one will talk down to Trixie ever agian, never again, never again." Shuddered Trixie as she changed in to the simple ensemble.

But as soon as Trixie was descent the tabby she spoke up. "I'm a CAT Mouse a CHESHIRE CAT It's what we DO. So give me some credit where it's due." All the while she groomed a striped paw. Either she didn't notus or just didn't care that she was still in the  blow up beer box made for a pool party.

"Allison do take 'Trixie' to the tea garden to meet Maddy. I'll be up shortly you just know my fur has lost so much of it's shine and luster 'cooking' the 'stew'.  imaginations abound! i've never seen a young mage with quite such big stores of raw mana."

the flophouse personnel dumbwaiter

Allison's P.O.V.

'Cheshie that self centered striped feline B**** knowing I'm in no position to commune with the blasted girl. As retrieve the cake and a pen and parchment. (So I'm a mute possessed lifesize china doll, doesn't mean I can't be an educated or refined one of my kind.)

The girl calling herself spoke kindly to me. Just idle chatter. As we made our way to the garden and the perpetual tea party within. I wright on my parchment.

> Madam Trixie (I hope I've spelled that right.) is here for her of food, drink( most preferably tea but not limited to.) and extensive R&R. Cheshie is restoring her vain facade glorius coat to it's original gaudiness splendor. She will be with us she freshens up. though with the damage done that may take some time. But beauty is so hard to achieve as all with it know.And that damn cat is so clueless.

Maddy Hatter is wearing on of her best welcome hat the one she reserves for entertaining guests of true privilege. The one that belonged to her father, THE Mad Hatter. It had given to her been given in case she should entertain a queen or someone of that nature.

that meant one of two things she knew a excel royal and they were coming or more shocking WAS one.

Either way i was severely under dressed. not to mention heavily underpaid. i mean what do i get? a wisp o' divine power a week? a place to creep and keep myself from damage? A annoying counter part to keep me sharp? Aw well that is fate twisted web.

Trixie's P.O.V.

There I was  without  my spellbound spirit, my magic, or even a guide. Just the mute man dressed in blue jeans a a white work shirt. There was a young woman, barely in her mid-twenties, was sittin at a rather large table set for a tea party. But this wasn't your run of the mill 'earl Gray and Crumpets' affair. Aw Hell No! T'was something pinkie pie would cook up! Cakes and pastries of every conceivable type, variety and sort. The smells of fresh tea as varied as the food. i watched the mute scribble something on some type of old style paper.

Back to the woman she was pail but other then that she was very plain otherwise. All-in-all the only that made me notice her was her HAT. THAT HAT WAS SO GORGEOUS! as I stared in aw at the perfection that was the hat. She had been reading the mutes note.

"So you low on the stuff? Come have a razzle berry cupcake and a cuppa o' tea. Stay as long as you wish my princess of arcania. We have much to talk about." The woman said pouring a steamy cup of dark amber nectar and a royal orange pastie. "Oh where are my manners I'm Mad, Maddy Hatter the ceramic fellow next to you is 'Allison' like 'Madonna' my spellbound spirit and somewhere in the building is my familiar Cheshie a cheshire cat. Whom I believe you've met."

"That is very kind of you but I must know..."

"What's the difference between a Raven and a Writing Desk? Quick now or I'll know seven impossible things by supper."

Trixie actually knew quite a lot of nonsense. and mady was tasting her. Why else give her such a easy nonsense? "i'll answer you after you me. Where is blood lust? Don't dally or i'll know your as dull as a vopal."

"Ahh for someone without a manastone you speth done good nonsense. Though I'm am keeper of the party the who YOU want is the gatekeeper, Bob Fluffybottom. Our resident Hookapiller. But eat, Drink and be happy. ;) And when I deem you ready I will take you to bob myself I promass. Now what's my answer?"

"Humf, A Raven reads words while the Writing Desk pens them. And I did miss lunch. Sooo hand me a Turkey/Bacon Sandwich."