"Hello." Sasha said quietly, with a polite little bow of his head. His accent was thick enough to be very noticeable, but soft enough that it didn't over power his words.
Ella watched as the Russian doll replied in a scent that she had overworked in the past years she was with Molly. She smiled still out of sight of the others.
Amy looked around, slightly puzzled. She had seen someone answer the door just seconds ago, so there had to be someone in. She knocked again, slightly louder this time, deciding that they just hadn't heard her.
Ella noticed the knock on the side door then noticed it was a princess doll. She did this time just ignore it. She had something against princess dolls. Their story was always the same, she thought to the other princess doll across the room, "I was dropped when he was putting in my dress and my arm is broken. Boo hoo!"
Amy waited for a couple of minutes, then gave up, limping towards the castle. She'd just introduce herself to the residents of the house later. A new song began to form in her head, interupting her thoughts. She gave in to the temptation and began to sing, softly at first but louder as the song carried on.
Ella heard the doll singing, and she almost felt bad. Almost. It was if she had something against princess dolls... What was it? She sighed then peeped out the window watching her. Maybe she was a nice princess? Ha no. No way.
Jack slippe dout the back door of the house, he'd decided to explore. He saw the doll in the silk dress limping towards what looked like a castle, h elooekd around the room, nothing cow boy was in here, why was he placed here?
Amy saw the boy walking around, changed direction and headed towards him, smiling. "Hi, I'm Amy," she said.
Jack stopped stock still and looked up at Amy, he then moved his godo arm up and yanked his hat low over his face,
"I'm Jack." he siad quietly, his hood hand now moved down too his six shooter.
"I am Sasha." Sasha said with another bow to the dolls in front of him. He held his head high as he watched them with his quiet green eyes. He stood tall and proud an as straight as he could with his short leg.
Ana watched the scene in the dollhouse with mild amusement from the balcony of the castle. As long as the other princess doll stayed away from her, everything would be fine. Everyone knew Ana was the one true princess. She would not have any competition.
Ella stepped out of the shadows slowly, then looked down at her feet, "I'm Ella, it's nice to meet you." She said shyly.
"Nyet, the pleasure is mine, Ella." Sasha smiled a little wider as he bowed a little to the dancer. It was his customary greeting. He stood a little straighter, a little taller. Though there was a slight lopsided quality to it, because of his leg.
"Hi Ella, it's nice to meet you too," Amy replied, smiling. She remembered seeing Ella let Sasha in, and then not answer the door a few minutes later. But she decided not to say anything, she probably just hadn't heard the door. Amy wasn't the sort of person to hold a grudge,and she didn't want something stupid like that getting in the way of possible new friendships.
(( Ella didn't let Sasha in..... ))
Ella smiled giving a curtsy of her own, then looking at Katrina. She was glad that she was present and would likely do most of the talking. "I was just headed out, so I hope Katrina will see to your needs." She said then ducked out the door avoiding the princess doll headed to the felt flower garden. Oh how she hated princesses.
Elizabeth stayed where she was, halfway hidden by a pile of lace and soft fabric. It was Molly's little nightgown, draped a little carelessly over the toychest that Elizabeth was sitting on. But the little glass doll was fine with it, letting the little girl's clothing hide her from view.
Jack looked at Amy's shoes, not looking up at all. He was a bit nervous and saw nothing in this room he could shoot at. He recahed up and fiddled with his hat brim, wondering what to do.
Ella left the house and headed to the felt flower garden with a small painted blue river. It was just in front to the toy chest that a nightgown was on. She started to dance around the purple felt flowers, though her dance was beautiful it looked almost sad.
Elizabeth watched the ballerina doll silently. She had often the dancer doll with admiring eyes. She never knew her name because she was too shy to talk to any of the dolls, much less someone who seemed as graceful and lovely as this one.
Ella finished in first arabesque then looked around. No one was near so she ran her hands under her eyes glancing at the castle again. As if she was crying, not that anyone could notice unless they were close to her. She then she quickly resumed her dance.