Hushed Willows princess's dream

Her bicolors blinked as the wolf went on, for a very long time. He sounded of a court jester that tried to sway the King in humor, and of the plays the wolves would try to give a jolly toward the nobles. She had heard these voices, but like them, his words never entered, finding it too frivolous to figure out. Aerasha wondered why he spoke similar of some Kingdom wolves, and mocked the voice, "Youuu, speak of a jester.~"

"Why?~" He bowed in a hilarious way with a teary gaze, she was firmly amused. He must've been a thrown away joker, much like the many her father had casted out. Perhaps he was one of them, but of course the Princess who did not care, and was never within the royal sanctions, would never recognize if that was the case.

"Ohhhhh, you're funnny~" Perhaps they were amusing, she never truly watched their act. Their words were a mystery but their actions were a joyful chatter.