"i'm sorry, adults are talking..." couldn't resist.
" Correct, the adults ARE talking. " He flaps his hand at her, the rings adorning his fingers a charming shade of emerald. " Shower the village idiots with your glitter wand or something; we're discussing the fate of the kingdom. Haven't you heard? There's a witch hunt and I'm placing bets. Now shoo, princess pinkadork. Don't you have some propaganda to spread? "












