Ingrid Kensington walked down the dark streets of the boring little town of Winthrop. Her black hair gleamed in the light of the crooked, yellow crescent moon, that reminded her so much of her most beloved story character. The Cheshire Cat. The mere thought of the Cheshire Cat made her chime with laughter and wordless melodies as she danced gracefully in the vacant street. Her green eyes sparkled as she sang her song and danced her dance.
The dance of the Cheshire Queen.
The sprints and bounds, turns and twists, leaps and elegant gestures of her pale white hands all made up the beauty of the Cheshire Queen's dance. When the sudden adrenaline rush wore she stopped dancing and sighed, smiling. Ingrid fixed her ruffled black and slate plaid mini dress and black hooded cloak. As she walked back to the sidewalk she heard a rustle in some blueberry bushes.
"Come out, come out, whatever you are." she sing-songed.
Everyone called her mad when she reached out to pet the black snake in the grade school courtyard back in England. As she held the snake she simply smiled a red lipped smile and sincerely said "Thank you" then walked off with the snake curled around her arm.
A man with dark hair and dark eyes came out; his skin was as pale as hers, maybe paler. He gazed intensely at her.
"It's not polite to stare; what were you doing in the squimberry bushes?" Ingrid asked, her odd accent and use of the Outlandish language seemed to confuse the man. He recovered as she walked over and stood in front him. She was the one.
"Naught for usal, I already know you were following me. Now who are you?"
The man smiled at the fearless Cheshire Queen, but before she could ask again, he had her unconscious in his arms.
A/N Naught for Usal translates to No Use Trying in Outlandish. I will only update after five reviews. No flames please; ConCrit welcomed.