[Her cheeks colour as he points out her quaint cacophony of mere moments prior. Is that judgment she hears?]
Well— [Rosamund scoffs, jaw set stubborn beneath a tight frown.] —you can't blame people for commotioning when they're being held prisoner in a...
[She gestures outward. To the window, where smooth stone and metal make towers tall enough to lock a princess in, that no sane prince could think to scale.]
A hollowed-out hell city! [With a puff of harried air and a brush of her hair, her frustration shifts from the mysterious stranger to the general milieu.] And an ugly one to boot. Who needs every building to be a million miles tall? What's the point? Are they trying to get real estate in the kingdom of giants?
[Because some of them damn well could. She bets you could hit the clouds if you reached up from the roof.]
And I haven't seen a single stable anywhere. Where are you supposed to keep your horses?
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Well— [Rosamund scoffs, jaw set stubborn beneath a tight frown.] —you can't blame people for commotioning when they're being held prisoner in a...
[She gestures outward. To the window, where smooth stone and metal make towers tall enough to lock a princess in, that no sane prince could think to scale.]
A hollowed-out hell city! [With a puff of harried air and a brush of her hair, her frustration shifts from the mysterious stranger to the general milieu.] And an ugly one to boot. Who needs every building to be a million miles tall? What's the point? Are they trying to get real estate in the kingdom of giants?
[Because some of them damn well could. She bets you could hit the clouds if you reached up from the roof.]
And I haven't seen a single stable anywhere. Where are you supposed to keep your horses?