[Your consciousness drifts in to the sound of discordant whispers. It sounds like a hushed argument in another room, something you can't quite catch. You're cold. Your skin tingles slightly, and then...]
[He looks at her, oddly wistful. And reaches over to touch her shoulder, quiet, not saying anything else before turning back into the room for that door.]
[Is it just him or did she glance back after him?? Who knows.
When he opens the door the world seems to bottom out and he falls, to somewhere damp and musty. FOR YOU it may be familiar, as a spot that existed in the gardens when you were a child, before a certain incident of a tiny prince ending up in places he shouldn't be and not being found for a whole day caused it to be replaced with different decorations.]
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Re: the queen's wing
[She looks back out the window, an obvious dismissal.]
Re: the queen's wing
Re: the queen's wing
When he opens the door the world seems to bottom out and he falls, to somewhere damp and musty. FOR YOU it may be familiar, as a spot that existed in the gardens when you were a child, before a certain incident of a tiny prince ending up in places he shouldn't be and not being found for a whole day caused it to be replaced with different decorations.]