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Much as the Knave of Hearts enjoyed his job, he enjoyed his days off even more. Especially here now in Ozland, where he didn't know the land as well. He spent his time now exploring, getting used to the weird things here that were different from the weird things in Wonderland. Like the mechanized things walking and rolling around, whirring and flashing as they did. A lot of Wonderland's inhabitants had come here as well, and he was put at ease by the bread-and-butterflies, by the singing flowers, and by the walking, talking animal-people. Strange that that was what was familiar and comforting.
That wasn't to say everyone in Ozland was odd. There was some normalcy about. People who looked ordinary, even as they grew or shrunk according to what they ate or drank. That was nice and familiar too. Knave decided he might as well spend a good part of his day getting to know what was going to be his new home.
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knave of hearts, floradora
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"Ozland?" Flordora wondered.
She was still quite new to the land of Pentamerone. After her breif jaunt into Mehrdadstan when she traveled here in the first place, to her recent excursion in Estervale. She scratched her head confused.
Then she got a good look at the man in front of her for the first time. He was tall, he was handsome, he was bulging with muscles. Floradora giggled to herself as she thought all sorts of filthy things.
"Where are my manners. Allow me to introduce myself, I am: Her Majestic Divine Self Madame Mimsie Floradora LaContessa Marmalada Sugarlugar Nixie Poppingdom-LaRoux" She said as she walked in a circle around the Knave, making sure to get a good look at his rear end. She may be six weeks older than dirt, but she isn't dead yet, and she did quite enjoy to take a good look every now and again.
"But, that's far too formal, You can call me Floradora instead. Or just Flo, if you wish. Can you tell me dear sir...In Ozland how is the job market for Fairy Godmothering?"
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Floradora was indeed checking out the Knave of Heart's ass. In fact if the area was a bit more crowded she might have pinched it and blamed some Quadling woman for it. Yet, Floradora was a lady, and ladies don't pinch on the first introduction.
"A Knave is it?" She said trying to remember some sort of rhyme from her youth in another world. Something about tarts and flatulence or something of the sort. Of course the rhyme Floradora is remembering ends with a few choice almost pornographic images, so it's best that her mind was hazy at the moment and she didn't remember.
"The leader of a brute squad too, how...forceful of you. How masculine, rugged, and oozing with testosterone" She said as she began to fan herself with her hat, the feather going back and forth underneath the Knave's nose.
"I declare I must have the vapors" She said as she clung to the Knave for support, taking care to feel each bulging muscle in his arm.
"What was that? Oh..Fairy Godmothering.." She said when the Knave mentioned it.
"It's my place in life, it's what I do. I grant wishes and help people who are in need of help and down in their luck. in fact I just helped a small mermaid regain her beautiful singing voice. I fancy she has quite the future for her. I ask if Ozland has any need for Fairy Godmothering becuase well, seems like a cozy place to settle down at" She replied.
Ozland, the most bizzare place in Pentamerone. Seems hand in hand with our fairy godmother.
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