[ A princess? She supposes she can see it. Something about the posture, or the manner of speaking. An impersonal kind of condescension. Andy had ruled herself once — warrior queen, savage and blood-thirsty — but that was a lifetime ago. Many lifetimes ago. Whatever noble bearing she may have had back then only exists in glimpses now. ]
Guess we'll see how appealing it is then.
[ If either she or soul-creature have any reservations about another rider, neither shows it. Andy stands by her Omen with a hand outstretched expectantly, waiting to help Ianthe up. The habitual wryness in her voice keeps it from being entirely sincere when she offers: ]
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Guess we'll see how appealing it is then.
[ If either she or soul-creature have any reservations about another rider, neither shows it. Andy stands by her Omen with a hand outstretched expectantly, waiting to help Ianthe up. The habitual wryness in her voice keeps it from being entirely sincere when she offers: ]
Your highness.