Breena loved going out in public. Actually, it could be considered virtually her favorite thing in the world other than tormenting the opposite sex. Then again, what woman doesn't love that feeling of utter control? Though the fae had to admit that since arriving in Pentamerone her social live had been pretty lackluster. Who knew that these people would all be too wrapped up in themselves to pay attention to her! Occasionally of course she would run into a child who would recognize her, or perhaps a young lad who thought she was easy on the eyes...But other than the few incidents her life had been pretty dull.
So she did what any self respecting woman does when she is bored. Shopping of course! She was dressed up in a nice dress, perhaps it was over done but one never knows when she needs to look presentable. Her hair was down and a bit windblown...as it normally was when she went to Ozland. Oh how she loved this place. Bags draped over her arms and she looked around the street for her next target. She saw a small cafe and moved to the crosswalk, waiting for her chance to cross. Her heels clicked and body swayed as she moved, catching the attention of the other inhabitants.
Why, anyone could be enthralled to approach such an outlandish looking woman.
The Pied Piper had several strange encounters in Pentamerone so far. From developing a new tune (something he hadn't been able to do in months; the muses seemed likely to abandon him forever) to nibbling a cake and growing to giant proportions.
He was never certain what to expect in the fairy tale lands. He had learned however to pack an umbrella when traveling in Ozland as it might rain at any given moment. He was wandering in the city today, browsing the shops and avoiding anything that said Eat me or Drink me.
He couldn't help but be drawn in by this peculiar looking woman entering a cafe. I wonder if this is how they feel when I pipe for them, he thought oddly, following her into the cafe. He stood behind her and grinned, helplessly enthralled.
Once she was at the counter Breena leaned forward flirtatiously toward the young gentleman working at the register. She smiled and batted her eyelashes as she ordered her drink, catching the poor thing of guard. She touched her hair and tapped her fingers on the glass counter, pointing at an especially delicious looking pastry. She could imagine her queen's voice in her ear, sweets are bad blah blah. But for a mouse, Breena had a rather large appetite for plush food. "Get me a few of those scrumptious things...and a half a pound of fudge."
Who knew the tooth fairy would have such a sweet tooth.
As soon as her pastries were wrapped and she had her drink in hand Breena turned, caught off guard by a man standing behind her. "Oh...Hello there," she said smiling charmingly.
"Hi," Piper said as she addressed him. "You are far too lovely a creature to need such sweets," he said easily, as if he were reading from a book of corny pick up lines. "Your smile alone is more sugary than all of them."
Breena quirked an eyebrow at his comment, still smiling nicely. "Well, I'm flattered," she cooed, tilting her head to the side slightly. Shifting her bags and weight she held her hand out to him daintily. "And who might you be, you charming young man?" she questioned curiously.
After all, anyone with such a wonderful smile she always felt compelled to talk to.
"Piper," he replied, "May I ask your name?" he asked cordially after kissing the back of her hand. He was very well versed in the ways of romance, even if his actual attempts were usually much more like Lifetime Network movies than the real thing.
Her face remained the same, her smile still soft and polite. "It's Breena," she replied. After he kissed her hand she took a small sip from her drink. "Tell me, Piper, what brings you to the city all alone?" Or at least she was assuming he was all alone.
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