The Park | Saturday Afternoon

[utterly_alone]

Lydia had awoken this morning and found a flowy, brightly-colored dress in her closet, along with a magic wand.

Which only made sense, of course, given that she was a fairy godmother.

She flittered her way out to the park, where she could hopefully find someone pure of heart with wishes to grant. Hopefully clothing-related wishes, since she was sort of best at that.

But for the meantime, she was busying herself with humming nonsense words - magic spells, if you asked her - and waving her wand at a few trees, which spontaneously started growing flowers on them.

They weren't flowering trees. It looked kind of weird, honestly. But Lydia the Fairy Godmother thought they looked magical.

[so, so open for all your wish-granting needs.]

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[utterly_alone]

"A beautiful yellow dress," Lydia agreed, waving her wand around with abandon. "Now, you must believe with your whole heart that you deserve this dress! Salagadoola mechicka boola - "

Those were magic words, even if it maybe just sort of sounded like Lydia was having a stroke or something.

[sexy_giraffe]

Tahani had very few problems believing she deserved anything, so the extremely puffy dress that probably just dripped glitter as she walked settled around here as Lydia had her magical stroke thing.

[utterly_alone]

"Bibbidi-bobbidi-beautiful," Lydia declared, flourishing her wand. "And now the prince won't be able to resist you!"

In a totally chaste, maybe-he'd-hold-her-hand kind of way.

Also, who the hell was this prince? Some prince. Somewhere.

[sexy_giraffe]

Tahani would be dragging a random footman back and demanding an upgrade, let's be honest.

"Thank you," she said, curtseying beautifully.