Tip was spending her day topside, after a week of going stir-crazy, debating with herself what to even do once she got up there. She had spent part of the morning in Opal’s palace, but the guards were often too stuffy for her taste. Now she wandered the streets of the city, seemingly without aim, but with a careful eye on everything. She was curious about it all, but still not entirely used to it. Everything topside was so... garish and shiny. Even the parts her mother had ordered to be mended.
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