"Fun?" Cimorene repeated to the princess next to her. It wasn't entirely hard to tell that she was royalty, just like herself, but already, Cimorene wasn't entirely sure she liked this brand of princess. The redhead reminded her far too much of her six simpering, giggly sisters for her taste. That smile and bright, cheery voice was enough of an indicator. "This is going to be anything but fun," she muttered, grasping her own book and key, sticking the first in her belt, and the second in the pocket of her skirt.

For all intents and purposes, she looked like a proper princess. Dressed head to toe in crimson velvet, with her best gold circlet capping her ankle-length dark hair, Cimorene had been on a rather sensitive errand for the King of Dragons at the time she'd been snatched, and so had opted to look her best for the occasion. The largest difference between herself and a standard princess, however, was that she had a sword belted at her waist. A sword who's hilt she had been grasping since the moment of her landing.

"Well, I'm hardly taking this lying down. I have work to do," she said resolutely, squaring her shoulders and looking at the crew that had been assembled, some looking confused, some looking patronizing. Deciding that odds were, they wouldn't be any help, Cimorene took a small piece of flat crystal from the pouch attached to her belt and set it down in the grass, crouching in front of it. A few muttered words, a curse, and another round of muttered words later, Cimorene stood up, crystal in hand, and glared at it, contemplating throwing it. "This is going to be more difficult than I'd thought."