So, I wrote this all with my eyes dilated. You see what I do for you guys? I don't think grammar will be so great in this one because I couldn't really read back over it. I've decided to give you a Christmas special, which means this has to get out today so that you'll understand what's going on tomorrow. So... Yeah! I care enough to type while completely blind. I hope this gives you a reason to forgive me for Saturday.
By the way... Can I just have a round of applause for people with eyesight issues? If you people can deal with this, you deserve a great deal of praise. This is absolutely IMPOSSIBLE! I just... I hate that everything is so blurred. It gives me a major headache... Ugh.
Disclaimer: ROTG is (sadly) not mine, but my OCs belong to me in every way, shape, and form. So don't take them. Please and thank you. :)
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Violet can't help but laugh as the two of them slide down the tunnel, but it only lasts a few seconds, because suddenly they are shooting out of the tunnel and onto soft green grass. As the girl lands on the ground, she stumbles forward, losing her balance. Before she can fall to the ground, though, a pair of fuzzy paws grab her, steadying her. Bright gold-flecked eyes look up gratefully before turning to gaze at the world she now finds herself in.
Her breath leaves her lungs in a gasp. She'd never seen anything more beautiful in her life (though that isn't saying much, since she's only two days old). The grass is greener and lusher than any she'd ever seen. Flowers of every color and shape fill every empty space with their radiance. The trees twist into crazy shapes that make the entire scene seem unrealistic. Rivers twist and curl around the plant-life in every color imaginable.
Violet just stares, slowly turning to get the full view of this magical world. Finally, after several long minutes of gazing at this amazing world, she turns back to Bunny, a giant childish smile stretching across her face.
"Bunny, this is... This is amazing!" She whispers, pure undiluted joy filling her voice.
The anthropomorphic bunny smiles at her, reaching down to ruffle her hair. "I knew ya'd like it. This is my Warren. It's my home. And like I said earlier, you can visit wheneva ya like."
Somehow, Violet's eyes widen even more, filled with something that can only be described as hopeful. "Really? You mean it?" The girl whispers in such a low voice that Bunny wouldn't have picked it up if it weren't for his sensitive ears.
He smiles and nods, already beginning to walk forward. "'Course! I 'ave a feelin' that this is the best place for you to stay anyway."
He doesn't see the girl's face stretch into a wide smile, a smile filled with happiness and hope, but he feels it. She immediately hurries forward to catch up with the rabbit, not wanting to lose sight of her newest friend.
He takes her on a tour of the Warren, showing her all the lovely plants and pointing one out every once in a while to describe what it's used for. Often, he'll ask Violet what it's called and congratulate her when she gets it right, though she doesn't actually know how she knows or how he knows she'll know. But whenever she tries to think about it, she ends up confusing herself and gives up.
He shows her all of his eggs, painted and not. He shows her how he gets all the eggs painted in time for Easter, the process of herding them into the rainbow rivers, taking them through the printing flowers, touching them up to make them perfect. He shows her some of his best works, and she finds herself carrying one in particular, refusing to let it go. It's colored in pink and green hues, with beautiful swirling flowers painted in purple covering its surface. It reminds Violet of the Warren, of springtime and flowers. For some reason, she absolutely loves the look.
After the tour, the two find themselves sitting in the shade of a willow tree painting eggs. Violet is proud to say she's not actually half bad. The main base color isn't too thick or too thin, and the flowers she's tried replicating look slightly like flowers. Of course, her talents are nowhere near as amazing as the Easter Bunny's. In the time it's taken her to paint one egg, he's painted seven, as well as taught Violet how to paint. Well, I guess that's what you get when you have years of practice.
After finishing her one egg, Violet decides to just sit and watch Bunny as he creates masterpieces. She can't help but feel more than a little impressed by his painting skills. Who knew such a large being could be so gentle and careful with such delicate objects?
The rabbit looks up after finishing his eighth egg, but instead of focusing on Violet, his eyes look at the area around her. A small smile appears on his face and he gestures to the ground. "You oughta be a bit careful 'bout sittin' still." He says in a calm, gentle voice.
Violet tilts her head, confused, and looks around. A scream erupts from her throat as she sees the dozens of flowers growing all around her. There are so many that she can't even identify individual types. Her face pales and she leaps forward, straight into Bunny's waiting arms, sobs erupting from her throat.
"Violet! Violet, ya gotta calm down! Violet!" Bunny yells over the girl's desperate sobbing.
She shakes her head against his fur, and freezes as she hears a growl in response. Her face freezes into a look of fear, her green eyes looking up at the face of the fluffy bunny. But he doesn't look like he's mad at her. He looks frustrated with her fear, yes, but he doesn't seem to be mad at her.
Gently, Bunny pushes Violet off of him. "Violet, they're not gonna hurt you." He says slowly, softly. She starts to shake her head again, but he cuts her off. "If they were gonna hurt ya, don't ya think they woulda done it by now? You were distracted for 'nough time."
Violet just stares at him like he's insane, but slowly, his words begin to make sense in her mind. Though she doesn't want to believe what he's saying she can't deny the correctness in his words. In all that time she's been watching him, the flowers hadn't attacked her. But... That doesn't make sense. Earlier that night (or day, in this part of the world), a large group of flowers had attacked her, and Bunny had somehow saved her.
The anthropomorphic rabbit seems to read her mind. "They weren't tryin' ta hurt ya. They were tryin' ta protect ya. You were afraid a' me, thought I was a threat. They were jus' tryin' ta protect ya, thas all." He explains, reaching out a furry hand to gently caress the plant.
She stares at the extended paw, then at the many flowers. Could... Could what he's saying be true? Could the flowers really just be here to protect him? But... "Why?"
Bunny looks up and meets her eyes. "'Cause you're the one makin' them. They respond to yer emotions. I'm sure if you tried, you could control 'em." He tells her calmly, gently, as if he's explaining something to a child.
This time, she shakes her head, sure that he's making things up. "No. No way can I control them. If They appear because of me, then I'd be able to feel their appearances, right? It would take energy, wouldn't it? I don't feel any less tired." She denies, crossing her arms and looking at the flowers, he fear of them dissipating quickly.
Bunny tilts his head, and a thoughtful expression comes across his face. He looks at all the flowers, paw reaching out to touch a different one, holding a leaf between two fingers. He examines the leaf for a moment, then frowns as a thought comes to him.
"I think," he begins, pausing a moment before continuing, "I think that it only takes energy if they get hurt somehow."
Violet bursts out laughing, shaking her head. "That's the craziest thing I've ever heard! Why would the man in the moon do that? It's pointless!" She exclaims, ruling out the possibility without a second thought.
Bunny frowns, crossing his arms. "I wouldn't rule out anything. I mean, Mim's been doing some weird stuff, like not tellin' ya anything." He counters, watching the girl with an almost worried expression.
Violet continues to shake her head, completely bewildered that Bunny could think something so silly. "You know what? Why don't we just test your theory? Then I can prove to you that you're completely wrong. No way can I control flowers!" She says, already making her way over to where the flowers are.
Bunny's face goes pale. "Violet, don't-" he warns, but it's too late. Violet brings her foot down hard upon a poor tiger lily before it can get out of the way.
The reaction is immediate. Violet's world lights up into a field of pain, burning into her very soul. Suddenly, she finds herself on the ground, the broken and mangled tiger lily struggling to find a purchase on life next to her. Then Bunny comes into her line of vision, and she realizes that he was there all along. She blinks up at him slowly, trying to focus through the haze of pain. She knows he's calling her name and saying something to her, but the ringing in her ears is too much for her to listen through.
Her eyes focus on the tiger lily. It continues to struggle, and she can fell its pain. Oh, Mim. She can feel its pain! And... And she can hear it, calling out to her, begging her to save it. Oh, gosh... She must be going insane. But the sound is far too incessant, and she can't make it stop.
She doesn't even realize her hand is reaching out until it gently caresses the injured flower. A gentle pink glow surrounds the plant and she watches as it rises from her hand, stem cells dividing at speeds impossible in nature, until the plant stands tall again, back to its former glory.
Violet closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. The pain is gone now. It went away when she healed the flower. When she healed the flower. Bunny was right. She's the one controlling the flowers...
At the thought of Bunny, Violet opens her eyes and looks up, focusing on the emerald green gazing back at her. "Do ya believe me now, shiela?" He asks quietly, worry evident in his voice.
Violet slowly pushes herself into a sitting position, careful not to bring the pain back. When she's sitting comfortably, she focuses back on the anthropomorphic rabbit in front of her, giving him a reassuring smile. "Yeah." She replies with a slightly disbelieving laugh. "Mim is absolutely insane."
Bunny bursts out laughing and helps Violet the rest of the way to her feet. "Took you this long to figure it out?"
She laughs as well, looking at the flowers surrounding her. At least now she knows why she likes flowers so much.
No matter how insane the reasoning is.
Surely the moon doesn't do stuff like this often.
Right?
... Right?
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Sorry, Violet, not right. Just wait until you meet Jack Frost. He was born just a few days before you...
So, if you hadn't noticed, I think Mim was probably making a lot of bad choices when he made Jack. Violet is one of them. Maybe he was just experimenting or something, but... I feel like the seasons need to have been created around the same time, so I making that so. Jack is just a bit older than Violet creation-wise, and also age-wise. Just to give you reference.
So, I did not check this twice like North. I can't really read over it. I'm blind. Let's just hope my good grammar carries on. I think it's a bit short, but I got in all that I need to. And no way can I keep going, my head is pounding.
Like always, please review. You know the drill: tell what you liked, what you didn't like, what you want to see happen, who you want to see more of, ideas you have, requests, or just say hi. I'd love to hear from you!
Ta for now!
~*Fantasy Forger*~