The trouble with being a princess . . .

[purepansy]

The trouble with being a princess is, quite simply, one doesn't know what to do with everything one has. Princesses get whatever they want

Comments

[sinistra_prof]

How kind of you to remember my fondness for capitalisation quills.

[purepansy]

You're welcome.

[sinistra_prof]

Have you sent them to me already, for some reason? You're words are curiously small tonight.

[purepansy]

Oh, honestly. Spare me.

[pure_nobility]

You could ignore the Owl. It can't fly around the castle forever.

[purepansy]

I don't even know what to say to that.

[pure_nobility]

Well, it can't. Even the strongest and swiftest Owls have to rest, or go off to hunt, or have a drink of water, or what have you.

[purepansy]

Yes, I know that.

[blaising_fury]

That is a kind and generous thought, principessa. Whatever culture and elegance I may or may not possess--the suggestion of it interests me more.

[purepansy]

Do you want to come visit with my tiara for a tick?

[blaising_fury]

Do you believe its culture and elegance will rub off on me? Or that mine will rub off on it?

[purepansy]

I think these things are really quite reciprocal, to be honest.

[nott_a_lot]

I've never wondered whether my properties would want another master or mistress. Then again, I've never considered I could be unable to attend to them. It seems early to be thinking about it, at least to me.