[The feed that comes over the communicators is untraceable. There's no name attached to it, no date, no timestamp - nothing that others may note on the broadcasts made by their fellows. Light, gentle music tinkles in the background along with the chirruping of birds and other wildlife
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[She smiles.]
Speak, child. I am here.
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[Her voice stops. She knows the word, and yet it sits wrong with her, refuses to come out quietly and slip past her lips. It's wrong. It disturbs her.]
- a purpose, here.
[A little more demurely.]
I must have missed it.
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[Her voice is lovely and tempting and captivating and utterly unnerving because of it. It makes him uneasy, but such doesn't show - all that shows is his composed smile. She reminds him of the fae he encountered not long ago, with long nails like knives. Actually, she reminds him of many, many things.]
You have honoured us a great deal already, your Highness.
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[And her voice is fond, her laughter soft as she speaks.]
But surely you have a wish...? A desire?
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None that I will not see fulfilled myself, your Highness.
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A clever answer, your Highness.
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And Your Majesty is a most gracious host. It is an honor to make your acquaintance.
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Paper, ink and some quills.
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Ask nicely.
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Please.
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Mean it, dear.
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