She was well-toned and her features sharply defined, more towards a masculine angle, but still beautiful. She had soft auburn hair and sharp grey eye.... She appeared to be a very business type woman, but in reality, she preferred to let life be more about fluff and fun.“So, Mallory, are you really enjoying yourself so far or are you just being polite in the hopes of learning what’s in store for everyone?” Benjamin asked as he picked up his wine glass for the young girl to refill as she moved. They have been varied and different, and it will return that way when they meet. Just be prepared for anything, though… Note: I apologize if it seems to be a bit slow in the beginning, I can promise it will pick up soon. -Lady Daisy ***** Pure Imagination Part 1: Fairyland ‘Don’t you know that everybody’s got a Fairyland of their own?’ -P.L. Travers Chapter 1: Winds in the East England, 1975 Jane Banks walked into her town’s thrift store. She looked around. The same things that never seemed to. Each had a story of the last world war, holding memories of fallen comrades and friends; Small and large victories; amusing anecdotes and tales to enthral young children, or bore the elder, young men. Not all of the war had been about blood and guts, mud, hard rations or killing the Germans and the Japanese. Some of it had lighter moments, but not much.Every year he stood apart away from the massed crowds and watched. He watched alone, and then left when it was done. Back to his little flat in. " Twenty-one," Stephanie corrects me, making me grimace. "And notreally... I'd- I'd kinda make a messed-up mother, heh. And no one wouldlet me adopt anyway, having spent time in a mental hospital..." How about your own children?" I ask the brown-haired woman, bringing alook of confusion to her face."Umm..." Stephanie says cautiously. "I've- I've kinda, you know... Gotthe same 'problem' as you- heh, when Mary said you were expecting achild, there was a moment I actually thought you were.