I demand to know where my warden is.
[Amanda is wearing a simple, blue, Disney-style dress (think a little bit like Belle's outfit from Beauty and the Beast), quite unlike her usual punk/goth mix of attire, and it looks awkward as hell on her. If you want, you can assume she filched the dress from a townsperson's clothesline; in truth, there's
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You will address me as 'Princess'.
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[Thunk. Amanda just punched a tree.]
This is crap. This is freakin' bullcrap.
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Did you just hit a tree? How dare you hit one of nature's treasures!
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You're lucky you're not here or I might kick you right in the "treasures."
Where the heck is your meadow?
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I do so love to chat with a passing badger or a cheerful little fox kit of an early, dewy morn.
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Yeah, have fun with that, just...stay there. I'm coming to find you.
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I will not be ordered about by a common peasant.
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If you make it harder for me to find you, you're gonna be sorry.
[She's running on her little legs through the very beginnings of the woods, now. In a dress. Carrying a sword.
This may take quite a while.]
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[Ohgod swords are unexpectedly heavy]
Now quit biiiiiii--complaining before I give you a reason to, Princess. Maybe kill a chipmunk or something.
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OR my chipmunk friends!
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[She's aggravated as hell, but she grins a little.]
I'm never gonna let you live this down.
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And why would you wish to use screws on me? What have I done to deserve such barbs?
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[She's fighting to keep the sword from dragging the ground at this point.]
Bring it on, Sarah. The sword's enchanted to bring people down.
[...By singing them lullabies, which she doesn't know yet. So really, bring it on!]
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