Post by Alice Liddell on Aug 23, 2010 0:05:57 GMT -5
Curiosity is a very funny thing indeed. It has the strange ability to tempt people into doing things they would usually avoid, purely on the basis that they might learn something new from doing so. The idiom, ‘curiosity killed the cat’, was thankfully not a literal one, after Alice Liddell was both an incredibly curious person and incredibly found of her cat, so certainly wouldn’t wish there to be any negative connection between these things. ‘Curiosity killed the girl’ was probably a more apt saying, for time and again Alice’s curiosity had an incredible knack for getting her into trouble. On this particular day Alice’s curiosity had led her (and Dinah) to a dark and mysterious castle. Gargoyles leered down at her from the battlements, and out of the corner of her eyes Alice could swear that she saw furniture and other objects that ought to be inanimate moving around. She couldn’t prove this theory however, for whenever she whirled around to investigate everything was as still as ice.
“Now really,” muttered Alice in annoyance after the sixth of these false alarms, “how terribly impolite.” She frowned, continuing along towards the castle until the grand, wooden doors loomed above her. Dinah, who had been clutched in her arms this whole time, began to mew in alarm, clearly distressed by whatever was inside the castle.
“Why Dinah,” began Alice in concern, “whatever is the matter?” The cat simply mewed in response, and with a sigh Alice held her up so that she could look at her properly. Her expression was reminiscent of a kindly teacher, and she spoke to the feline as if she were human as well. “Now Dinah, you really shouldn’t be afraid,” explained Alice with a smile, “after all, if one was afraid then one would never do anything, and contrarywise, if one does anything then one cannot be afraid.” She nodded as if this made perfect sense, cuddling the cat close to her again as she stepped up to the door. She briefly considered knocking, however decided against it on the grounds that the castle seemed deserted. Besides, if there was anyone in here then the odds of them hearing the knock in a place this large was minimal.
“Hello?” called out the girl as she slowly pushed the door open, “is anyone here?”
“Now really,” muttered Alice in annoyance after the sixth of these false alarms, “how terribly impolite.” She frowned, continuing along towards the castle until the grand, wooden doors loomed above her. Dinah, who had been clutched in her arms this whole time, began to mew in alarm, clearly distressed by whatever was inside the castle.
“Why Dinah,” began Alice in concern, “whatever is the matter?” The cat simply mewed in response, and with a sigh Alice held her up so that she could look at her properly. Her expression was reminiscent of a kindly teacher, and she spoke to the feline as if she were human as well. “Now Dinah, you really shouldn’t be afraid,” explained Alice with a smile, “after all, if one was afraid then one would never do anything, and contrarywise, if one does anything then one cannot be afraid.” She nodded as if this made perfect sense, cuddling the cat close to her again as she stepped up to the door. She briefly considered knocking, however decided against it on the grounds that the castle seemed deserted. Besides, if there was anyone in here then the odds of them hearing the knock in a place this large was minimal.
“Hello?” called out the girl as she slowly pushed the door open, “is anyone here?”
