Spells, Summons, Strikes... and Trixie?

Trixie had lost track of time somewhere past the third roast-beast sandwich and that ambrosiatiac tea, that never seemed to run weak let alone dry, and no matter how much Trixie ate she still had room for more. even though she had long slated her own hunger and doused her thirst ages ago.

The woman known as Maddy Hatter kept up a banter of lively chatter, asking questions of lighthearted cheery nonintrusive nature . . . . . until "Trixie dearie, you've left your familiar out of our little tea party. why is that?" Trixie looked into her tea cup as though it would have her answer, swallowed and drained her cup. "That was because I don't have one. I never did."

"Oooohh nonono no in your breast bruns nine black cat souls protecting a mage soul. I felt them while i was in my floating keg. and i'm never wrong about divine magic." *ZZzzZZZzzzZZzzzZZZzzZZZzzz* as a snore that could rival a fog horn blasted forth. a tiny squeaky voice rung in all their heads going a mile a minute. My,My,My! Aren't we boastful Cheshie? You know soul-peeping makes a bad cat.

"oh, do mouse must you be so anno-ahem loud?" said a Neko wearing a purple and black striped cat suit and a 1,000 mega-watt smile "Sorry i'm late but our guest gave me a frightful bad fur day. What I miss?"

"I'm up! I'm up! did someone lose the bandersnatch?" Said a brown skinned girl wearing a blood red cocktail dress head caught in a rather large crumb cake with bunny ears. "W-why's so dark? oh no, Maddy did her dream hat spell again? Hold up I'll be just a slice."  The girl searched for something to slice the cake grabbing a soup ladle over the cake knife feeling both to tell witch was witch. and proceeded to slice the crume cake hat like the ladle was an hatchet.

Once she was done, her face showed she had amber colored eyes the size that would make a doe weep in envy, a exceedingly small nose, and very pronounced buck teeth.  Low and behold the ears were actually her's not the cake's. All thing considered she made a stunning rabbit-type neko.  Trixie thought about it how and where did she escape her notice in the first place. Ah well, that's magic.

"Oh we have a new player? Let me  introduce myself i am the third March Hare since the original alice. You may call me Penny, Penny Goodpaw."

"AHem, Penny you art ever the grand puzzler. and we've quite the quandary. She has the souls of nine, Nine willing black cat souls and her own how can this be?" Maddy asked the rabbit woman.

"Wit is simple she saved nine black cats who gave a soul each."

" . . . . . . . No. I saved any black cats they were modeled black and white. Oh but the mother was black, completely black. She died as soon as the last kit was adopted. She was only sweet to me though, she really liked me.

Penny nodded with sympathy. "You save the half-familiar kits and released a young mother familiar without a master. Not to be rude but how long have you been a mage? A few years? A decade? more??" Mrs. Hatter asked intrigue clearly carved all but Dor who couldn't care less one way or the other.

"I really should be on my way can I see the hook apiller now?" Trixie tried to dodge the question that would reveal her inexperience.

Penny picked up the clues Trixie was dropping. "Oh my your the keeper of the source of mana. My my you'll be batting off royal suitors with a ogre's grate club before long.  But you being of woman-kind may entice any man to wed you if the contract is not set in flesh and bone within ten years, ten months, ten weeks and ten days it can be annulled if both so desired."

"Do you care for a cuppa destiny tea i gots lover's spice and fogwater. I don't bruw this cup often with good reason. but for you child take it as an unbirthday gift." Ms. hatter mangling a bleeding brown\tan human heart shaped root in to a large clay tea basin........ and with a multicolored poof. "the cup is primed and waiting to go! all you must do is; 1) take a deep breathe. 2) dunk your head in the cup and 3) open your eyes and blow your mind!

Trixie's P.O.V.

location the hills north of hollywood

a house/castle of modern/conservative design

In the expansive yard played a girl with demon red skin and two platinum blonde pig-tails no more than four or five years of age with a pair of infants. The babes apred to be twins both had the same power blue skin but the boy had curly jet locks his sister had a devil's red spikes for hair. Out on the porch sat fata in all her glory. Giving a tongue lashing to a boy with powder green hair and dark orange skin.

Trixie ran to fata trying to get her spellbound's attention. But it t'was for not, then a much older blood lust 20 years and time had been most kind behind him was a regal HER! 20 YEARS her own senior. The man she would fall for, was the very same man she need to teach her magic! And they had kids!! A full on brood!

Trixie was on a timer though and soon needed breath.

"didyoulike? didja? didja? didja? afutureofmeetingyouronetruelove. sowhoseheartdoyoukeep?"

"calm .... yourself your .... glass gate .... master ....is here." a green caterpillar hookah pipe smoking itself leisurely "key or trial?" bob fuzzy bottom asked seemingly nobody. "I ask .... you again.  do you .... or don't you ....... have key?"

"i don't think so but i never. . ." trixie started to say. "then .... we have .... a trial. .... pick .... your challenge"

"the oddest thing on our own personage."

"that's .... hardly fair .... is it?" bob huffed though his pipe.

"i'll take that as an consent?"

the hookapiller nodded.

"age before beauty. so it's your turn." Trixie cooed.

"If you .... insist." bob pulled a 6pack of squat neck beer bottles literately out of now hare.

It twas trixie's turn. and she did not disappoint. "No sleeves so nothing up them, right? Wrong!" And pulled out of her arms

a snow white orchid.

"Good .... but not .. enough." as the glass caterpillar pulled out a swordfish labeled password. the fish was twice the size of the smoking worm.

"Ah very good but the jig is up, summoner but i've my trump card!" Trixie holding a plain vanilla envelop with a red ribbon. The package bulged in the middle of it looking ruffly key shaped. "Any last words ....... no? Very well then. Here is a skull an'bones key witch opens any door i wish it to. and i wish blood lust's door to open! cinnamon sugar pinecones' vanguard!

"Very good, lass .... very good." The great fog making three doors with one handle with four lock entries the key was drawn to the right entry.