[Why yes, Nabooru sounds breathless, excited. Why yes, one can hear jingling metal.

Why, yes, those might be sirens faint in the background.]

This...

This I could get used to.

FOUND HIM!

Princess, I'm bringing him to you.

Prince, Prince, Prince, what is a woman to do with you? I ought to chastize you for leaving me with all the work, but, in my boundless generosity might be I'll leave the work to our little princess ( Read more... )

[Uh oh. Nabooru's voice is quite a bit higher, and lacks her usual drawl. She sounds outraged in that cocky child sort of fashion, befitting as that's precisely what she is. However, she does attempt to adopt ringing, imperious tones. Alas, it doesn't quite work. She's a little too shrill.]

It's cold! Where did we stop? We were going east, not ( Read more... )