As Pela began to explain how she was going to go about her work, Nausicaa rummaged through the pile of papers on her study's desk. Finding nothing else demanding her immediate attention, she stepped around the table to move closer to the ward-witch. The motion revealed that she was not actually wearing a dress, but rather some sort of jumpsuit; though a queen, she was also a dragonrider and the daughter of a military commander, so she was more practical than most noble ladies.
And perhaps also more skeptical about magic.
"Why is that?" she inquires. "What happens if the pattern is disrupted?"
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As Pela began to explain how she was going to go about her work, Nausicaa rummaged through the pile of papers on her study's desk. Finding nothing else demanding her immediate attention, she stepped around the table to move closer to the ward-witch. The motion revealed that she was not actually wearing a dress, but rather some sort of jumpsuit; though a queen, she was also a dragonrider and the daughter of a military commander, so she was more practical than most noble ladies.
And perhaps also more skeptical about magic.
"Why is that?" she inquires. "What happens if the pattern is disrupted?"