Boartusk Heights October skies

Pale lavender eyes met the pale peachiness of the princesses own as she was given a command to take the princess outside the palace. It was a stare down. The little Nym's nails racking the ground. Paloma's jaw clenching. 

Well alright, fine. If you insist. The woman finally then reeled her pale face back with a slight huff. She moved swift as she went down the halls then, hoping even that perhaps after a number of twists and (wrong) turns that she might loose the girl. 

Then, once out into the open spread of vale that made the palace grounds, Paloma turned around to face the cavern entrance and sat. There. We're out. Well, the little princess did not specify how out she wanted to be.