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 Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 9:36 pm
Call Wardrobe![Minerva + Mystery + Dana + Ainsley] In which the Princess and the Royal Artist-In-Residence encounter a pair of travelers.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 11:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 11:18 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 11:19 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 11:20 pm
According to television, once you became a teenager, you stopped believing in things like magic or miracles or Santa Claus. Lots of the kids that Mimi knew seemed to go by this unwritten yet firm rule, trading in their starry eyes for serious gazes, hoping to be treated like adults, or at least like respectable up and coming teens.
While Mimi had little interest in remaining a child for the rest of her life, she saw no reason that growing up should make her lose her grasp on the things that were most important to her. Magic, real magic, didn't cease to exist after her thirteenth birthday. And if that was the case, why would she stop believing in witches, or dragons, or Saint Nick? Nothing had changed with them, just with her, and she wasn't letting go so easily.
Of course, some things were bound to change. When her parents took her and her brother Jason to Macie's to visit Santa's Workshop, she knew she wasn't seeing the real thing. There was no way Santa- the real Santa- would uproot his entire operation and move to Destiny City during his busiest time of the year, just to make a little money on the side. The workshop was a well-constructed fake, and the elves were normal people wearing costumes and funny ears. Still, knowing this didn't stop her from enjoying the trip. She pointed out all the new things that had been added since their last visit, and chatted with the elves as they hurried past, enjoying the facade for what it was. Even better was watching Jason, who was still too young to quite figure out that none of it was real, get excited about everything that was going on around them.
And when they finally made it to Santa's throne, Minerva knew right away that this jolly man in a red suit wasn't the real man behind the holiday. Even as they posed for their annual picture, with Jason sitting on Santa's lap and Mimi, in her new Christmas dress, sitting next to them with her hands folded neatly, she was quite aware that they were all following tradition, without any real magic involved. Yet somehow that knowledge made the experience itself no less exciting, no less wondrous. As they waited for the picture to be printed out, she chatted with Jason about her favorite parts of the trip, and what they were hoping to get for Christmas. Jason, she knew, was wishing for the new Phonic the Groundhog game, and this was probably the fifth time since Thanksgiving that he'd brought up the subject. Minerva reassured him that Santa would do his stuff, since she knew for a fact that her parents had already bought the game.
But she hadn't told the department store Santa Claus her Christmas wish. No matter how much she enjoyed the visit, she wasn't about to confuse him for the real thing. And so later that night, she wrote her wish- her real wish- down on a piece of stationery decorated with leaves and branches. She put the paper in an envelope, sealed it, and wrote the address on the front:
To: Santa Claus
North Pole
Maybe her letter would make it there, and maybe it wouldn't. But there was power in believing in things, and Minerva wasn't going to let go of that anytime soon.
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