The White Knight steps back, startled. "Y-Your Majesty? The King of Hearts? The rumors are true?" he asks in wonder.
"Yes -- he's back," Alice confirms. "Fortunately not to kill anyone." She touches the mirror's surface contemplatively. "Now, how does one go about extracting a reflection?"
"I could stand on my head, if it helps," the White Knight offers.
"The trouble, I believe, is that even hear, mirrors merely echo life," Cheshire comments, pawing at the glass himself. "Perhaps if we could put the spark of life into the reflection. . ."
It hits Alice. "Meta-essence," she whispers. "The lifeforce of Wonderland. . . . How much would we need?"
"A full Heart, I should say," the White Knight says. "There may be a Jabberspawn here I could hunt. . ."
A pink tentacle abruptly lashes against a nearby tree, making everyone start. All turn to see the Queen with a large bloody wound, staring at it intently. After a few moments, the blood turns into a pinkish gas, coalescing upward into a shining pink-purple heart crystal. "No need, dear sir," she says.
no subject
"Yes -- he's back," Alice confirms. "Fortunately not to kill anyone." She touches the mirror's surface contemplatively. "Now, how does one go about extracting a reflection?"
"I could stand on my head, if it helps," the White Knight offers.
"The trouble, I believe, is that even hear, mirrors merely echo life," Cheshire comments, pawing at the glass himself. "Perhaps if we could put the spark of life into the reflection. . ."
It hits Alice. "Meta-essence," she whispers. "The lifeforce of Wonderland. . . . How much would we need?"
"A full Heart, I should say," the White Knight says. "There may be a Jabberspawn here I could hunt. . ."
A pink tentacle abruptly lashes against a nearby tree, making everyone start. All turn to see the Queen with a large bloody wound, staring at it intently. After a few moments, the blood turns into a pinkish gas, coalescing upward into a shining pink-purple heart crystal. "No need, dear sir," she says.