❂ Slowly crunching the untouched snow that stretched as far as her glass eyes could see, the eldest doll of those within the Castle Decalcomanie found herself making her way to the other side of the Hakobe Mountain ranges with a certain magical task. On behalf of her mistress, the elusive Rain Decalcomanzari, it was Alice's destiny to seek out the guild known to Ishgar as Errings Rising- within her hands would rest a letter made entirely of golden paper sealed the stamp of demon royalty and a wooden violin, the only two material things that truly mattered to her at the time. Being the first doll ever created by the green-haired mistress of the castle, the violinist took immense pride in being a doll, unable to see anything but greatness in the plans of her creator- the warmth that came from the honor of being able to cross the snow-covered landscape was the only thing that allowed her to not freeze within her porcelain shell, delicately leaving footsteps behind that would be swept away from the harsh gale of icy snow. By seeking out the dark guild of the swirled asterisk, the leader of the dolls would wish to form an alliance between their two royal castles and beyond- ideals of superiority over the laws would seem to stand out between the two, which Rain had come to discover with research and shared words with other shady acquaintances of hers. A certain nostalgia would manifest within her heart while hearing of the beliefs and practices of the guild she wished to seek out. She missed finding herself within the ranks of powerful groups of magecraft, which hopefully would change upon the delivery of her letter.
Showing itself to the doll upon the horizon in the form of a fortress-shaped shadow, the doll would gasp in excitement as she would pick up her pace toward what she would think would be one of the entrances. "Finally, the time has come," Alice would speak to herself as a smile and blush would manifest upon her porcelain cheeks, slowing her footsteps to marvel upon the castle, "...now, just as instructed- the song of valfureim, rain song." Sitting upon a jagged rock that would protrude from the frosted ground, the elven girl would raise her violin to sit more comfortably within her grasp- its magical strings would appear to glow a magnificent bright green as she would raise the bow to rest upon them, beginning her song. As she would begin to play what would sound like an ancient hymn, the wind would continue to thrash around her, causing her royal attire to flutter with each movement of her arm back and forth across her instrument. If all would go according to the plans of the commandress, which remained tucked within her castle on the other side of the mountains, someone from inside would be able to hear the magical song that would resonate with the gale. The letter would remain tucked beside her against the jagged rock, held down by a stiff porcelain thigh to combat the harsh winds.
❂ wc: 517 ❂