[Fiorel addresses the Vine lazily. She's in the woods, as usual. She's used to living outdoors, where trees and running water are.]
It'd almost be tolerable here if I had my people with me. Least what the Queen's doing with me's better than what the royalty I know'd do. [She gives a short laugh.]
But at home, I've got my overgrown chicken and my useless mouse who can't cook, and I've got my woman. Think I miss them. Didn't know I would-- miss the other two, I mean, not my woman. 'Course I want her.
[She nods toward the mirror, addressing her audience. She tends to view the other inhabitants of the Gardens as a sometimes-amusing rabble.] What about you lot? Who've you got back home?
Fiorel | OC
It'd almost be tolerable here if I had my people with me. Least what the Queen's doing with me's better than what the royalty I know'd do. [She gives a short laugh.]
But at home, I've got my overgrown chicken and my useless mouse who can't cook, and I've got my woman. Think I miss them. Didn't know I would-- miss the other two, I mean, not my woman. 'Course I want her.
[She nods toward the mirror, addressing her audience. She tends to view the other inhabitants of the Gardens as a sometimes-amusing rabble.] What about you lot? Who've you got back home?