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12 July 2014 @ 12:05 pm
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  • Fri, 13:52: The old woman stared up at the gangly youth in tattered dress and soiled apron. "What do you want--Emily? How you've grown! #AtSecondGlance
  • Fri, 13:53: But I'd know that face anywhere, the image of your dear mama. Come in, come in. Tell me what's troubling you." #AtSecondGlance
  • Fri, 13:54: "Oh, Godmother," Emily said. "I want to go to the Prince's civics classes. But they'll never let me in looking like this." #AtSecondGlance
  • Fri, 13:54: The Good Witch (What else could she be? She had a certificate signed by Glinda herself.) led Emily through the kitchen and #AtSecondGlance
  • Fri, 13:55: out into the overgrown backyard, talking more to herself than to her goddaughter. "What shall it be, skirts or breeches? #AtSecondGlance
  • Fri, 13:56: Ah, yes, I see." With a flick of the wrist and a touch of her long staff, she created a gossamer gown from cabbage leaves #AtSecondGlance
  • Fri, 13:57: and spiders' webs still sparkling with dew. She turned pieces of gravel into a necklace and earrings of seed pearls, and #AtSecondGlance
  • Fri, 13:57: used the fur from an inquisitive squirrel to trim a pair of strappy, high-heeled sandals. "Don't stay longer than an hour," #AtSecondGlance
  • Fri, 13:59: she said, wrapping the fine things in a soiled sheet for safekeeping and cackling at her own cleverness. #AtSecondGlance
  • Fri, 14:04: "It all changes back, you know." Anthony waited in the Royal Bedchamber, the one he shared with Rupert. He was sweating #AtSecondGlance
  • Fri, 14:05: so heavily he could smell himself. He tried to remember another time he'd been so nervous, but even that final battle with #AtSecondGlance
  • Fri, 14:05: the Rumplestiltskin forces hadn't been as scary as this. Warfare was his profession, after all. As the eldest son of the #AtSecondGlance
  • Fri, 14:06: Chancellor, he was entitled to the position of Major General. He'd trained for it since childhood and he had a good head #AtSecondGlance
  • Fri, 14:06: for tactics. If he had to cleave a few Stiltskins in half with the broadsword, so much the better. It had been a gory #AtSecondGlance
  • Fri, 14:07: victory, but a victory nonetheless. Whereas this--this was the downside of warfare: long stretches of tedium punctuated by #AtSecondGlance
  • Fri, 14:07: brief moments of terror. A broadsword and chainmail were no help at all. #AtSecondGlance