[Amalthea has never encountered anything like the communication's device. Therefore, for what seems like a ridiculously long amount of time, she will sit in the locker room, her arms around her knees and her strange eyes fixed on the screen. She has showered - her mane and skin are glowing - and she is dressed.
Small steps for some, but not for her.]
Are you watching me? [Her voice is distant; resigned.] King Haggard should know better. Trapping the others will mean the death of him.
[There is no sympathy on her delicate features.]
He isn't any different from Mommy Fortuna, who thought she could control a harpy.
[She shakes some hair out of her face and the pink mark in the middle of her forehead is revealed.]
I want to see the sky - and the sea. [It seems to pain her that she can find no windows.] There is no greater cruelty than this.
Small steps for some, but not for her.]
Are you watching me? [Her voice is distant; resigned.] King Haggard should know better. Trapping the others will mean the death of him.
[There is no sympathy on her delicate features.]
He isn't any different from Mommy Fortuna, who thought she could control a harpy.
[She shakes some hair out of her face and the pink mark in the middle of her forehead is revealed.]
I want to see the sky - and the sea. [It seems to pain her that she can find no windows.] There is no greater cruelty than this.
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