Her hands had been first, secured once more behind her back, and she had tilted her chin and remained still as they tugged the manacles ("Getting all fancy, are we?") tight.

Then it had been the hood, drawn down over her eyes ("And miss this lovely view?") and she had only laughed at the further suggestion to muzzle her ("Now that is hardly ( Read more... )

( Overly mouthy. )

The star opens her eyes.

Okay, so that's not precisely true.

To be entirely honest, the star does not so much open her eyes as flutter them in a rather useless manner. Though, really, she has aspirations of opening them, so it really should count ( Read more... )

The inn, as it turns out, is rather terribly simple. Small and quiet and with a constant, steady stream of people that - while nowhere up to Milliways standards (the star has a feeling that she has been spoiled irrevocably) - are more than interesting enough to watch. The doors swing open regularly and the performer, seated far to one side with ( Read more... )

It begins, really, as any good and responsible royal journey should - in what is assuredly the complete, opposite direction of responsibility.

For example:

"Which way - hypothetically, of course - would we want to be going if we were on the way to Stormhold?"

"Well, if we turn right here, I'm pretty sure that -"

"Very good, left it is then ( Read more... )

( Things to keep. )

When it comes down to it, she's unreasonably angry at nothingShe's just plain angry ( Read more... )

The door closes ( Read more... )

It was only after some time of soft words and sweet nonsense that they actually bothered to notice the rest of the world long enough to realize that they had acquired something of an audience - if a good natured, quietly amused, and genuinely congratulatory audience - and they had made their way, dripping and laughing and happily embarrassed, to ( Read more... )

The star had tossed and turned a bit impatiently, unable to get back to sleep once Tristran had left and with very little motivation to do very much other than lay there sulkily and watch the grass grow in front of her nose. Which, one discovers, really is just about as dreadfully boring as one would imagine. If not more. (Granted that such a thing ( Read more... )