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~LS
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The minion follows Eisheth’s orders, studying the untouchable key, examining the sigils as the Princess is secured in her bed by her attendees. The demoness sees what Bug-Eye sends to her mind’s eye: imagery of the sigil that Eisheth remembers, and the others she’s yet to learn the meaning of.
:: It’s two million, nine hundred twenty-one thousand, nine hundred ninety-two days, Mistress. ::
Bug-Eye flits to a window. :: Sunny as always in the realm of Princess Constance. I am unable to see the weather beyond this realm, for I am but a humble eyeball. The horizon obscures my vision. Plus, trees are strange to me when I look at the hills. I do not see individual leaves, just green clumps. I fear I may need a monocle, Mistress. ::
:: I can’t blink. Rub it in. ::
Bug-Eye stares at Princess Constance. White letters appear in front of the minion. :: I thought your extensive vocabulary made the delivery more interesting than not. I am afraid the Mistress has a point about the omittance. ::
Bug-Eye telepathically buIIshit-coughs.
:: You can’t barter if the room’s of fire, Mistress. :: Bug-Eye flies over the blazed trail and drops tears to quench the flames. :: Dead puppies, dead puppies, dead puppies… ::
Princess & Demoness: From the depths of the abyss and through a POOF of deep purple smoke, an eyeball with dragonfly wings appears!
:: Yes, Mistress. :: It hovers close to Princess Constance, but not so close that it enters her personal bubble. It stares at her, unblinking. Because it can’t blink, for it has no eyelids. It’s just an eyeball with wings. |