The mirror on the vine shows the newest woman in the Gardens, a tall, pale ("fair"), soft-looking woman with hair that could ironically be deemed 'Princess Curls,' in a new entrant's shift that's a bit too short for her.
She isn't outraged or panicking; she's seething as she physically hoists a rabbit away from her corset, her pink gown, and her crown. She flips her white shift over her head without any hesitation, modesty or embarrassment, and begins dressing herself.
"If my latest kidnapper addresses me as 'the Princess of Aerisland,' then I swear by Hurane and the god of exhausted patience as my witnesses that I shall simply strike him and affect my own rescue," she says as she attempts to tighten her own corset. "At least that way I shall gain some welcome respect from the lady Falwythwr." She pauses, then laughs, once, to herself. "And while I am planning for my casting of Wish, I should very much like a unicorn."
She isn't outraged or panicking; she's seething as she physically hoists a rabbit away from her corset, her pink gown, and her crown. She flips her white shift over her head without any hesitation, modesty or embarrassment, and begins dressing herself.
"If my latest kidnapper addresses me as 'the Princess of Aerisland,' then I swear by Hurane and the god of exhausted patience as my witnesses that I shall simply strike him and affect my own rescue," she says as she attempts to tighten her own corset. "At least that way I shall gain some welcome respect from the lady Falwythwr." She pauses, then laughs, once, to herself. "And while I am planning for my casting of Wish, I should very much like a unicorn."
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