Allison's Adventures in Underland by C.M. Stunich

Author:C.M. Stunich [Stunich, C.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy
Publisher: Sarian Royal
Published: 2017-12-16T16:00:00+00:00

The Caterpillar and I look at each other for some time in silence. At last, he takes the hookah out of his mouth and addresses me in a languid, sleepy voice.

“Who are you?” he asks, raising one skeptical brow.

I just stare at him a minute, taking in the pale sky blue color of his hair, his lazy slouch, the slow moving smile on his pink lips as he takes a drag on the hookah, exhaling colored smoke and making the air smell like fresh blueberries.

“I could ask you the same question,” I reply as I rest an elbow on my knee and wait for Rab to pull himself through the hole and onto the top of the mushroom. I don't really look out at the horizon, or the sloped edge of the mushroom's cap. Fuck, I'm not even going to stand while I'm up here because knowing my luck, I'd probably trip on one of the big white spots and go tumbling over the edge to my death.

“You can call her Sonny,” Rab says, the gun tucked back into his pants as he grabs a seat next to the Caterpillar—Lar, I guess is this one's name—and borrows the hookah for a moment, taking a deep drag. I wonder if it's just flavored tobacco that they're smoking or something a little more … interesting? I hope not, sitting up here a good sixty feet off the ground.

“Sonny?” Lar says, watching me with those wide blue eyes of his, his blue-blonde hair feathering across his forehead and teasing his neck and shoulders with a textured, razored sort of look. At first, I thought he had a blanket wrapped around him, but as I watch, he unfurls a pair of massive butterfly wings and my breath catches in my throat.

For several seconds there, I forget to breathe completely.

Lar's wings are sprawling mosaics of color, like two stained glass windows attached to his back, the tips curling softly in gentle spirals. Based on their size, it feels like they should look awkward or out of place, but they don't. They move in these slow, easy sweeping motions, like the man himself.

My sister's always been obsessed with butterflies—mostly because she finds them cute—but since she's not really much for studying, she also thinks it makes her sound smart to rattle off random facts and Latin names for the winged insects. That's why, looking at Lar's wings, I make the connection between the papilio ulysses or the Ulysses butterfly and his coloring.

The only difference between his wings and that of the Australian butterfly is that instead of the simple two-toned blue with black edges, Lar's wings are tinged with a dusting of gold.

“Sonny because the Alice doesn't like being called Alice,” Rab replies and I grit my teeth. Tee and Dee still haven't said anything outright, but it was pretty clear they weren't comfortable letting anyone else know about this Alice thing. “Relax, Sonny,” Rab says, sucking on the end of the hookah and giving me this stupidly wicked little smirk.

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