![]() "Like victory," the green one said softly.Our Disney Princess Chibi® Coin Series includes the elegant Aurora, from Disney’s Sleeping Beauty (1959). But instead of horns, silver wings swept back over the ears. A point came down the middle of the forehead to protect her nose- and was also vaguely reminiscent of Maleficent's headpiece. She strode forward and lifted a helmet- one she 'knew' would fit- off the top shelf. Golden helms, intricate onyx headpieces, spiked and dangerous-looking crowns, plated metal turbans. Her eyes swept over everything, everywhere, pausing nowhere. ![]() She passed each of the women and then Phillip- dashing in his shining cuirass and silver-white greaves, like a soldier from ancient Rome. "Let 'her' choose," the green one suggested gently.Īurora Rose walked down the aisle slowly, getting used to the weight of the armor. "And for the top." the red one said, looking around. The princess had to readjust the way she stood to support it while everyone helped buckle it on the back. A staid design of roses and thorns was inlaid along the sides. It was curved femininely to fit Aurora Rose's body, but not ridiculously so. "This is a bit more your style," the blue one said, approaching her with a breastplate that was almost as big as she was. Aurora Rose carefully took off the ones she wore and slipped the others on. She held out a pair of simple long gauntlets that were almost as fine as gloves, chain underneath and plate on top. In her hands was a cracked wooden bowl full of porridge, just like she remembered.” The smell in her head was giving to a real scent in her nose now, with even that faint, almost 'un'tasty burnt smell the acorns sometimes gave off. But after a few seconds she was back in her dream of porridge. Her concentration faltered for a moment when she distractedly wondered if that ever happened to Maleficent when she was performing an incantation. She thought so hard she felt like she had to go to the privy. Sometimes there was even a dollop of honey on top. She summoned the smell, a mix of dairy and things of the earth and the tall green grass and the woods. She tried to call up the feel of the wooden bowl in her hands: it warmed almost like flesh where the wood was thin and the heat of her fingers and the hot porridge mingled. Phillip stayed politely silent- though he did look around, sigh a little, and do all sorts of other things to obviously fret over the passage of time. She prayed and wished and imagined and begged. She closed her eyes and cupped her hands. And a real treat in the middle of winter." ![]() "We lived in the middle of a 'forest,' Royal Prince. I mean, it's an interesting gastronomic choice." Warm and buttery, with rich toasted acorns in it." The way my aunts used to make it on cold mornings. I wanted a bunny before and 'it' appeared, and now I want porridge. “I want porridge!" she said, exasperated. She put her hands on the skirt and twisted this way and that what a dress to dance in! She would look like a fairy herself. Funny little tinkling shoes felt chilly on her feet. The finest gloves she had ever worn covered her bare arms up to her shoulders. A light blue dress puffed out around her softly, like a cloud. This time her hair was piled high on her head in an elegant chignon, a simple ribbon holding it back. With a serious look and a wave of her wand, she transformed the princess again. Her hair was loosely braided over one shoulder, a yellow ribbon tying it off. 'Swanlike,' she could hear the minstrel saying. Her shoulders were bare, which was a little strange, but they were pale and perfect and delicate. When she was spun around to face the mirror again, she was in a yellow dress, waves of sunshine spilling down from her bodice to her toes. “The princess found herself being gently prodded and pushed and combed and magicked, and her hair felt weird. As talented as the castle seamstresses were, the princess had never worn anything as elegant or perfect as this.” The green velvet flowed softly and majestically, making delicious little noises when its folds rippled. She turned, just a little bit, to see how her figure looked from a different angle. Long neck, golden hair, wide violet eyes, narrow waist, lips perfectly pink and rosy. She was indeed the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. "Truly, you are the most beautiful princess in the world," a fairy breathed.Īurora Rose looked at herself in the mirror of dewdrops. A collar around her neck drifted out into a cape of the same material. From her elbows, wisps of dark green mist flowed to the ground for tippets. Golden buttons fastened themselves up the placket on the bodice and over the elegant, tight sleeves. Dark green velvet skirts, full and soft, twirled around down to her ankles. The dress easily smoothed itself over her. Despite her misgivings, she stood up to receive it- it would have been rude not to. “The magicked dress danced over to the princess.
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