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Posted: Aug 22 2015, 11:42 PM
Sophie Wilhelmina Webster
Sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth
naive — passionate — adventurous — cheerful — pure
Sophie enjoys reciting poetry to herself and pretending like she didn’t when confronted.
As a pansy, Sophie had enjoyed being in a stationary flowerbed with her fellow sisters, there was never a dull moment with her family. She woke up at first light, stretched out her petals and took in the cool dew into her pores. Even then she enjoyed creating poems, songs, and little phrases that sounded pleasing to the ear. She would always have a smile on her face, never needing to be anywhere but where she was. Everything had been perfect, a family of aromatic and loving flowers, fragrance that wrapped her in a soft blanket of love. Never did she have to worry about lacking any love or guidance, she had access to the most generous of role models every which way.
She could remember huddling close to her sisters and giggling along with jokes she didn’t quite understand, especially when they met Alice. A weed, they called her. What was so important about a pesky little weed here to spoil their flowerbed? She had tried to keep away from Alice the way her sisters had, pushing her away far from her memories as well, it had been so long ago, and she had been so young. What she did understand was that soon upon her death, things started to change, as did their form.
When Sophie first gained new legs one morning, she cried. Where were her roots that sank deep into the soil? She could no longer feel the nutrients from the ground, something that had literally given her an anchor to the earth. Now she was like that Alice, a mobile creature cursed to never feel the power of the earth. Her disconnection to nature felt unreal; she was a flower snipped at her stem, a sure swift death was imminent, but it never came. Her sisters took her and nursed her broken foundation. The legs were the hardest part for her; they were so unlike her strong stems.
These legs were nothing but a nuisance she had to adjust herself to using. There was too much to become accustomed to, she might as well have cried every day and given up on life. There was so much she didn't understand. She had to eat food from her mouth? She had to wear clothes? Sophie felt hunger, thirst, and fear above all, less than she’d like to admit, excitement.
With these extra parts of her body, she could taste the most wonderful food, feel water roll down her arms unlike the feeling of dew on her petals, the sound of birds even sounded different, more crisp. She still enjoyed being in the sun, but the heat was likewise different, a warmth that could only come from being much taller and higher above ground. Touch was unusually difficult to understand. The feel of grass on her legs tickled her skin; it felt waxy between her fingers. What a marvel the human senses were, the detail her eyes could catch in the woods was unparalleled. She had never crossed streams, ran through open fields, or even seen a castle.
When her sisters started to leave for extended periods to London, the place Alice was from, she stayed close by to Red. Sophie had been too timid; too scared to venture out and see the new human world. She envied her sisters who had the bravery to see it for themselves and leave for so long, leave her behind. They always came back with fantastic stories of delicious food, grand buildings, machines called ‘cars’ and strange people.
A serious flood of envy would overtake her every time she heard from her traveling sisters. What marvels London offered! It took some time before she could muster up the courage to even see the portal, but it had taken her too long to make the final decision to walk through it. Tomorrow, she always had tomorrow to go there, tomorrow, and then it closed. Just like that, the option of going had been cut off, there was no more chance for another tomorrow. Her chance was gone.
Ever since realizing her mistake in taking so long to decide to go, she has has chosen to live without a single regret. There was never going to be a boring moment for her, she was going to do everything that she wanted to do and whenever she wanted to. There was no such thing as a hesitation; if she didn’t take her new life seriously she would forever be living a life of missed opportunities. And she was full of regret over London. Here she goes into every unknown that she could find herself in, regardless of the repercussions, she learned her lesson the first time, no more regrets. She was going to be more like her sisters, adventurous, daring and confident (or as much as she had the courage to be).
ronnie — 21 — est — pm — n/a
Posted: Aug 23 2015, 02:11 AM
I absolutely adore Sophie! The way her regret spurs her on to change how she lives her life, her penchant for poetry. I can't wait to see her running around Wonderland. Make sure you do your claims and have fun.
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