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r (keoughr) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

"Oh." Giselle felt immediately sorry for the princess who had difficulty making friends. But she smiled at her nonetheless. Perhaps there was something wrong with her, but Giselle wasn't going to try to find out what it was. She liked everyone, and tried to see past their faults if she could. She glanced down at her dress, a pale periwinkle one with lace trim that she'd chosen to wear that afternoon before she'd been brought here. She hoped that if she were intended to stay here that her room would supply her clothing the way it had on Mirage. Of course, if it didn't, she could make her own.

"I'm Giselle of Andalasia. Nice to meet you, Princess Cimorene. Did you say dragon?" She went wide eyed again, unsure if she'd heard correctly. Giselle knew all about ogres, but she'd never actually met a dragon. Not a real one, anyway. Witches who could turn into dragons didn't really count in her book. She nodded when Cimorene spoke of trying to find a way home or contact those she'd left behind. "Yes, of course." Giselle didn't want to tell her that it was probably useless. No one on Mirage had ever been able to contact their loved ones back home, and fewer still had found a way to leave. It seemed that they left when the Planet tired of them, and not before.

"Well, good luck!" She chirped and then looked at the key and book she'd been given. She decided that finding her room would be a good idea. Then she could at least put this heavy book down.