Brittle thoughts

A greasy quarter was left for the clocks to tick midnight when Arietta stormed frantically back and forth down the endless hallways of her mansion. She had so much sugar in her veins that her blood itself probably reminded of syrup. Although she had been rampaging around for about an hour already, Arietta felt no heat nor exhaustion. Her loyal and loving butler, Sebastian, was starting to get worried. He tried and tried to stop her using various methods. First, he kept popping out of thin air in front of her, yes, right in front of her. With normal people, it should have resulted in an ill-timed crash, but Arietta just happened to be a little too agile and a little too dextrous for such a cheap trick to have any effect on her. She also managed to dodge all fireballs, vases, eight inch blades, golden goblets, slumbering hedgehogs, jam jars and everything else Sebastian sent flying towards her. Sebastian sighed in a tired manner and with this being a tad too much for hour that late, decided to get some refreshments. In the pantry he noticed the little butter sculptures Arietta had been working on during previous afternoon. All seven figurines had been carved out with such love and care and covered in tiny sprinkles so charming that one could simply shudder in awe when admiring the elaborate handwork. A set of true masterpieces! However, Sebastian didn’t care in the slightest. He tried to pick one sugary pink heart off of an especially detailed dragon figure, but his finger slipped. That very moment, a tiny torch sparked somewhere in the back of his brain. Sebastian took a few cubes of butter and smeared them on the midmost steps of the stairway leading to the eastern wing of the mansion. It didn’t take two minutes when Arietta dashed down the upper steps and slipped on the thirteenth one while trying to prepare to jump and skip the lower part of the staircase. Her eyes filled with baffled horror, she fell without her usual grace and managed to land safely in Sebastian’s arms. The butler quickly fixated his firm grip for he was afraid that the prestigious prey could escape any minute at the speed of an average wildcat.