Entry 5

I am sorry I haven't updated. It is rather hard to when one does not have internet.

I was almost rescued. But I shall start from the beginning.

It was shortly after I had gone to sleep after my last entry. Lesia came stomping in, then curled into bed and went to sleep. I tried to sleep myself, but there was an insensate tapping on my window. When I finally looked, I saw something staring at me. A mouse, if I recall correctly. It was a giant's mouse, however, so it was easily my own size. It continued to tap the window, and this is when I came to realize it was trying to break it. I looked around, hoping to find someplace to hide, but I didn't. The mouse ended up breaking that window, and I'm still not sure how it did it. Or why, for that matter. But there it was, in my little hut. I screamed, I think. It was a smelly rodent who was gnawing on various parts of the house. I tried to run for the door, but when I tried it, I remembered that the door didn't actually open. It was a dollhouse after all, and opened in the middle of the house. It didn't help me at all.

So? I ran for the window. I was able to climb through it, but torn up my dress on the shards and cut my foot. I hobbled along the floor, but thankfully the mouse didn't chase. I got to the bed, and that's when I met Edgar.

Though, honestly, I thought he was another mouse at first. He was dressed in rather ratty clothes (no pun intended), and certainly smelled like one. He had dusty brown hair that made me think of a mop, but rather bright hazel eyes. But that was all that really stood out.

I surprised myself by not screaming again. And while it may seem silly to scream to you, I was brought up learning how to knit and when to properly scream when a dragon carries me away. Edgar smiled at me at this point.

"The mouse nearly got ya, di't?"

After a moment to understand that "di't" (as I can't think of how to properly type it out) was meant to be "did it" in a rather sarcastic voice, I made my own reply.

"No, I was simply taking the chance to get out of the dollhouse."

The look in his eye while he looked me over told me he didn't believe a word I said. That was when I became aware that the pain in my foot was still very much there. I hopped to one foot and looked down. Apparently the wound had been bigger than I originally thought, because there was a nice stop of blood on Lesia's carpet.

"Si' back, I can get that."

At this point, I still didn't know his name. I pointed it out, and he promptly told me. Then pushed me backwards and pulled out a surprisingly clean cloth from a bag I hadn't noticed. He put something on the wound that made it feel like dragon fire, then wrapped up my foot.

"That betta?" he asked once he was done. I nodded my agreement and stood. He helped me walk away from the bed, and I realized he was going for the bedroom door. After quietly cursing myself for not thinking of it sooner, I tried to pick up the pace.

Now, this daring rescue of our's would have worked out well if it hadn't been only 10 in the evening. We left Lesia's room and were working out way to a hole in the wall when a foot promptly slammed down right in front of us. The two of us look up, and sure enough, there was Lesia's father. (I *still* don't know his name.)

Well, that giant wasn't about to let Edgar wander off with his little girl's princess. He grabbed us both rather roughly and stormed to the kitchen. He pulled two glass jars out of a cupboard, and slid each of us in one. Then left us there. He didn't put a lid on them, and I quickly realized he didn't need to. There was no way either of us could reach the top of the jars, and glass is rather slippery. I was surprised how large the jars were, honestly.

He left us there for the entirety of the next day. When Lesia asked why I was in there? He said I had been a bad princess, and that I would have to be taught a lesson. Except I believe his exact words were "Your princess is in time out today."

He didn't leave either of us to starve, mind you. He threw a bit of food into the jars, and a few drops of water.

The day after that? Well, Lesia was allowed to have me back. I didn't see Edgar at all. Lesia decided it was outside play. So she dragged me outside and was having all sorts of fun on her playset with me.

Have you ever been on a swing that you could easily slid off of and fall several stories from? It's terrifying. There was also the slide, but that wasn't so scary. Just a little worrisome when you start going really fast.

By the time we went in for dinner, I was frazzled. After we ate, Lesia wouldn't let go of me. Even when she went to sleep.

It was rather awkward for me. And ridiculously uncomfortable.

Yesterday? Yesterday Lesia watched cartoons and kept me nearby. Right before dinner, I met up with Edgar again. Apparently Lesia's father had spent all of the previous day washing the poor man and finding proper clothes for him. Edgar himself did not look happy.

After dinner? Lesia was determined to play with both myself and Edgar. All was fine until I learned Edgar had two left feet. I simply collapsed to bed after that.

Today? Today was a day where I finally got to relax. I slept until mid-afternoon, ate, took a warm bath that I had been praying for, and finally found a book that was my size. (That last one I'm fairly certain was from Lesia's father, but I could be wrong.)