Post by Lilo on Aug 29, 2019 14:49:43 GMT
(January 23rd, Open to all Enchanted Suns but especially Lilo’s Ohana for her arrival!)
Ah, Arendelle. The morning sun glistened off of the fjord. The snow was settled in late-winter drifts atop the houses. The kingdom of the ice queen was picturesque. Only the busiest citizens and Enchanted Suns were up this early, going quietly about their work. Birds even stayed respectfully hushed in the dawning light.
”Stiiiitch!”
A little girl’s voice shattered the calm, vibrating with ten year-old rage. When Lilo got mad enough, she got loud, and almost gargled her vowels. It was a sure sign to anyone who knew her—like a certain blue trogg and stinky uncle—that they were busted.
A round Hawaiian face burst through the foliage at the edge of the town. Lilo’s thin black brows were puckered grouchily and there was a wrathful frown on her face. She was up super early, it was cold (even snow, which she loved, couldn’t distract her from being mad) and she’d had to land the hovercraft in the woods and walk the rest of the way. The stupid thing broke, or something, when the kingdom she’d been searching for was within view.
It had been hard enough to find the little red spacecraft without Nani noticing. Then she’d had to sneak off, but not after finally remembering how Jumba turned on the navigation system on the hovercraft’s console. Once that was on, she’d been glad to find that it was already pre-programmed to track certain things—Nani’s work car (somehow,) the dune buggy, what appeared to be something inside the Pelekai house (which she discovered was the TV remote) and Jumba and Pleakley’s ship. That was the one she wanted. Then it had been no problem to pilot her way here, even in a world newly merged.
But she never would have had to do all that stuff if Jumba and Stitch hadn’t left her behind.
”Stitch!” she barked out, sandals slapping the cobblestones as she entered civilization. “I know you’re here, Stitch! Come on out and face the music! You ditched me! Well guess what, I can totally handle saving the world without you! I’ve fought space aliens and tidal waves and Myrtle Edmunds! You think I can’t handle a...uh...well, whatever this is!” The little girl stopped in a type of town square, glaring around. She huffed, then cupped her hands around her mouth and kept right on shouting. “The Grand Councilwoman said both of us, you traitor! I had to find the hovercraft all by myself. Nani hid it in the attic! I had to dig through all of Pleakley’s magazines and junk. And another thing...!”
Ah, Arendelle. The morning sun glistened off of the fjord. The snow was settled in late-winter drifts atop the houses. The kingdom of the ice queen was picturesque. Only the busiest citizens and Enchanted Suns were up this early, going quietly about their work. Birds even stayed respectfully hushed in the dawning light.
”Stiiiitch!”
A little girl’s voice shattered the calm, vibrating with ten year-old rage. When Lilo got mad enough, she got loud, and almost gargled her vowels. It was a sure sign to anyone who knew her—like a certain blue trogg and stinky uncle—that they were busted.
A round Hawaiian face burst through the foliage at the edge of the town. Lilo’s thin black brows were puckered grouchily and there was a wrathful frown on her face. She was up super early, it was cold (even snow, which she loved, couldn’t distract her from being mad) and she’d had to land the hovercraft in the woods and walk the rest of the way. The stupid thing broke, or something, when the kingdom she’d been searching for was within view.
It had been hard enough to find the little red spacecraft without Nani noticing. Then she’d had to sneak off, but not after finally remembering how Jumba turned on the navigation system on the hovercraft’s console. Once that was on, she’d been glad to find that it was already pre-programmed to track certain things—Nani’s work car (somehow,) the dune buggy, what appeared to be something inside the Pelekai house (which she discovered was the TV remote) and Jumba and Pleakley’s ship. That was the one she wanted. Then it had been no problem to pilot her way here, even in a world newly merged.
But she never would have had to do all that stuff if Jumba and Stitch hadn’t left her behind.
”Stitch!” she barked out, sandals slapping the cobblestones as she entered civilization. “I know you’re here, Stitch! Come on out and face the music! You ditched me! Well guess what, I can totally handle saving the world without you! I’ve fought space aliens and tidal waves and Myrtle Edmunds! You think I can’t handle a...uh...well, whatever this is!” The little girl stopped in a type of town square, glaring around. She huffed, then cupped her hands around her mouth and kept right on shouting. “The Grand Councilwoman said both of us, you traitor! I had to find the hovercraft all by myself. Nani hid it in the attic! I had to dig through all of Pleakley’s magazines and junk. And another thing...!”
