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"... an heir?" Aloe turns beet red, and coughs. "I... don't... can I just point at someone and say 'that's the heir,' or do I have to go through - ugh." She makes a face.

As soon as she was relatively alone with the others, Aloe's poise cracked, and she exhaled a shuddering breath. "Gods above, I was a tailor two weeks ago and now everyone's calling me the queen! And I was, uh - I'm not complaining, but - " She rubbed her temples, the crown feeling heavier than...

Aloe gently and gracefully dealt with the requests and the ceremonies, but it was clear that the pressure was wearing on her. She retired to her bedchambers, half expecting to awaken and be back to the way she was before. But morning came, and everything was the same, and Aloe found herself...

Aloe breathed easier, once her companions were safe. She smiled at them in turn, and then regrouped with the others. She took the time to give Page a big hug, thanking her for all her help. Then she spoke. "If you'll have me as a leader, then I believe our first goal is to secure this castle...

"Selythin!" Aloe looked from the missiles that struck home and then back to the wizard. She advanced on the wizard, intent on drawing his attention, knowing instinctively that the crown she wore - her mother's crown, but that was an emotion too difficult for right now - would protect her a...

There was a shimmer across the tailor, as they set the crown upon their head. And they didn't change so much as... discarded, a falsehood they'd outgrown. Alan the tailor blew away in glittering faerie dust, revealing a face with no stubble that was softer and more fair, with blazing green...

Do find it hilarious that I literally put on a Princess Crown, considering the effects it'll have. 😁

Alan sees the opportunity, and rushes at the wizard... ... but does not attack. Instead, the tailor, the songsmith, and possibly the princess, reached out and plucked the crowd from the wizard's brow... ... and then, stared at it a long moment... ... and then, put it on.

Alan recoiled at the bite, and then focused their attention on one of the alligator dogs. Alan muttered a quick spell, mending flesh... And then took his time to utter a far more careful spell, filling the attacking crocodile-hound's ears with dissonant sounds designed to drive it away from...

Alan walked in, and regarded the wizard, and the ruins of a room that left him feeling a strong pang of loss that he couldn't articulate. He regarded the wizard, and spoke - no opportunity of surprise, but his curiosity got the better of him. He had to know. "Give me the scepter, please. And...

Alan nods at Zen, quietly, then readies his sword, and goes to meet whatever awaits him.

Alan paused, thinking for a long moment before closing in with the beast. He had companions. A coordinated attack would do much better. But they were so far away, and he wasn't sure that he could trust them, even now. His thoughts were chaotic... And then, this close to the scepter - he felt...