There was once a girl, a daughter of a king, who went out under hopeful skies and danced through the streets. She smiled and laughed all the way down to the river, with starlight lighting her path. The townspeople smiled at her, though some leered- not everyone can love a princess- but she paid them no heed and danced her way through the night.
There came a time where she found the crossroads, and she leapt up on the low wall of the gate that lead out of her kingdom, and found herself facing a stranger that barred her path as she balanced between which road to take.
"Are you such a light that you'd look down on us all?" Said the stranger- it might have been a woman, but the voice was too old and gravelly to tell gender anymore.
And she frowned, confused by the question because no one had questioned her before. And then she questioned herself.
"You keep your world in a glass ball, aren't you afraid of it breaking?"
She hadn't been before.
She tipped and lost her balance- or maybe the world had lost its balance of her.
And the stranger had long gone, to another crossroads far away, leaving the broken glass on the side of the road.
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Kitten jumped as something glassy fell off a mantelpiece that had never been there before.
Sleepy eyes looked over the arm of the chesterfield, sizing up the broken glass and the mantelpiece in one long look. It wasn't unnatural for things to randomly appear in his room- it was, afterall, in Kitty's mind and Kitty didn't have the most stable mind. Not at all. Just.. it was usually something subtle- like the scratching post from last year, and the ball of red yarn from several years ago. Usually the room itself wasn't modified, though it had taken on a strange asymetrical shape in comparison to the square room he'd first lived in, when Kitty was born.
Before that...
Well, even if Kitten COULD remember, it wouldn't do him any good with his current situation- stuck in Kitty's mind.
Glass and mantelpiece analyzed, he closed his eyes and swiveled his head back into the relaxed state of his tiny body, fur fluffing up and a contented, huffed "Brrt!" being the only sounds he made as listened. The sound of the ocean rippling across the pebbles sounded a bit like rain, if you could stretch the imagination, and water was okay stuff so long as it wasn't getting his highness, Kitten, wet.
Kitty herself was watching the tide come in, the crescent moon making a path of light across the sea- and that lit up the night very very well for her. She could almost see better now that she could in the day, and she liked the water. The ocean in particular. The ocean was one of the few things that could move enough to keep her attention for a prolonged period of time. It wasn't that she was any kind of sea-creature, some water horse dredged up from the deep to prey on humans- though many had actually saved humans.
She sat on the sea wall that had been built to protect the road, her legs dangling and in constant motion. She never could keep still. Beside her was a small mound of colourful, wave-worn glass- forgotten for the moment. She wore a tunic that had been made by the stitchmaster's apprentice, as apparent by the mishappen fit and the undyed practice fabric. A bit of string belted it around her waist, and she seemed somehow smaller in the large garment. It went down to her knees, and though it was hemmed, frays were beginning to show. Kitty wasn't easy on her clothes. Or her skin, as the scabs on her shins and arms and knees showed.
It was a little brisk out, but apparently Kitty didn't really feel it. And even though the ocean could hold her focus for a long time, it couldn't forever. She started looking up the beach, mischievous eyes looking out under unbrushed bangs- the rest of her hair gathered in a sloppy ponytail. She curled her bare toes up and pulled them underneath her, lifting herself into a standing position. And only now, as the wind that's always by the water dripped the lower part of the shirt away from her thigh, you could see the frayed denim shorts underneath. She balanced her way down the beach ontop of the wall, leaving her pile of beach-glass behind and with the moon-path seemingly following her.
