[To wake up so soon wasn't what Alice expected at all, but she doesn't need the poinsettias to launch her into a joy as great as the despair she's felt so potently in the past. Her connection to the Abyss is gone. She can't feel the Core, her overwhelming old powers are no longer clawing relentlessly at her mind, and given the note, it seems someone else is doing the wish granting this time. Her wish! Her very own at long last, after all that timeless waiting. Once it all sinks in, Alice wastes no time in springing to her bare feet, laughing through her tears, spinning and jumping with arms outstretched.
After a time, however, she notices an issue. Running deftly through the other new arrivals, Alice calls for her missing companion, periodically squatting down to chat even with those who aren't fully awake yet.]
Cheshire! Cheshire, where have you gone? Hey, pardon me — have you seen a little black cat with a single red eye? He was meant to come with me, but I can't find him at all!
Warmth
[Having a true and proper mortal body is going to take some getting used to. One of the first things Alice learns the hard way is that she can't simply grab the pointy end of a sword and get away with it anymore. To be fair, even now, it isn't the blood or the pain she cares about — but she hadn't actually expected that the angel who attacked her would leave ice in her veins like some sort of poison, and her new body is shaking and shuddering now quite without her consent.
She winds up taking shelter in the tavern, where she's fussed over for her lack of shoes and given soup and so on. But none of it seems to really help, and Alice finds her attention repeatedly called to the fireplace. The flames within it call to mind her last moments in her own world — the love she'd felt when Oz and her sister came to her proclaiming that they'd come to save her, the certainty that her absent knight had fulfilled his promise and delivered her wish, the way Cheshire had still leapt into her arms without hesitation even as she'd neglected him so long.
Though a part of her mind rails against it, she can't help but think she'll be saved again by the fire, if she goes into it. Her skin nearly as pale as her white hair and clothing, Alice clutches her bloody, poorly bandaged hand close to her chest as she pushes herself to her feet and teeters off toward it.]
White Alice | Pandora Hearts
[To wake up so soon wasn't what Alice expected at all, but she doesn't need the poinsettias to launch her into a joy as great as the despair she's felt so potently in the past. Her connection to the Abyss is gone. She can't feel the Core, her overwhelming old powers are no longer clawing relentlessly at her mind, and given the note, it seems someone else is doing the wish granting this time. Her wish! Her very own at long last, after all that timeless waiting. Once it all sinks in, Alice wastes no time in springing to her bare feet, laughing through her tears, spinning and jumping with arms outstretched.
After a time, however, she notices an issue. Running deftly through the other new arrivals, Alice calls for her missing companion, periodically squatting down to chat even with those who aren't fully awake yet.]
Cheshire! Cheshire, where have you gone? Hey, pardon me — have you seen a little black cat with a single red eye? He was meant to come with me, but I can't find him at all!
Warmth
[Having a true and proper mortal body is going to take some getting used to. One of the first things Alice learns the hard way is that she can't simply grab the pointy end of a sword and get away with it anymore. To be fair, even now, it isn't the blood or the pain she cares about — but she hadn't actually expected that the angel who attacked her would leave ice in her veins like some sort of poison, and her new body is shaking and shuddering now quite without her consent.
She winds up taking shelter in the tavern, where she's fussed over for her lack of shoes and given soup and so on. But none of it seems to really help, and Alice finds her attention repeatedly called to the fireplace. The flames within it call to mind her last moments in her own world — the love she'd felt when Oz and her sister came to her proclaiming that they'd come to save her, the certainty that her absent knight had fulfilled his promise and delivered her wish, the way Cheshire had still leapt into her arms without hesitation even as she'd neglected him so long.
Though a part of her mind rails against it, she can't help but think she'll be saved again by the fire, if she goes into it. Her skin nearly as pale as her white hair and clothing, Alice clutches her bloody, poorly bandaged hand close to her chest as she pushes herself to her feet and teeters off toward it.]