A magical talking cat had thrown a magic wand at her, and now... well now she was dressed like a five year old's Halloween costume.
And she sparkles. Literally. Every time she moved she left a trail of sparkling dust in her wake, glowing like tiny little fireflies.
She didn't even know why she had powered up... Maybe just for the pure sake of proving she ha dent imagined it and wasn't crazy. Or maybe to prove she WAS crazy. She needed to talk to that magical cat again.... yeah.. probably crazy.
It was late, or if you wanted to get technical, early. She had snuck out of the house before the house staff had awoken, this wasn't exactly something she could explain to her father or her driver, who generally chauffeured her everywhere, like a loyal and constant shadow.
So now, she walked, the slow click of her heels on pavement sounding her approach, though the sparkling glow of her pixy dust trail wasn't exactly letting her mozy in stealth. The sky was slowly lightening, showing that dawn was indeed on its way. She simply walked, not heading in any direction particular, simply getting the feel for what the heck was going on.
Supposedly she had super powers and was supposed to fight evil. She didn't really feel very super-heroey. Maybe princessy. But not super-heroey.
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