The Dowager Empress glanced up from her thinking. Once again she had been Lost in a memory long passed, and now the sound of someone at her study door had roused her from those daydreams.
“Come in,” she called, pulling herself back together, and a seventeen mwaka old boy stuck his head around the door.
“Hey, Grandmama,” he smiled, politely. Though the Empress was not his grandmother but in fact his great grandmother, he called her “Grandmama,” since he had never known his own grandmother, her daughter and his father’s mother, and since his mother’s parents had...
Tiana didn’t sleep very well that night. Added to what she had witnessed earlier and the fact that visions of Lestat drinking blood were still imprinted in her mind, she was could never get used to sleeping in a strange kitanda no matter how nice the place was. Eventually, she was glad when the sun broke through the clouds and she dragged her still half asleep body out of kitanda and down to the dining hall where her Marafiki already sat awaiting her arrival.
“Hey,” smiled Belle, getting to her feet to give her a hug. “How’d wewe sleep?”
A young girl with snowy hair tip-toed from pillar to pillar. She saw her horribly cruel step-father making a deal with the princess. She gasped before ducking down. “I have to warn Ariel!”
Aladdin and Alem wear spending the siku looking for different types of flora and fauna. And unfortunately that was Alem’s inayopendelewa activity. “I think this is a Jasminum sambac.” Alem mumbled while taking notes. “And in Arabic?” Aladin teased. “Jasmine” Alem alisema as he started to wander towards the castle.
Jasmine’s perfect nose scrunched in disgust and she left the drafty underground room....