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—✕ █ ▌❝Are you referring to the building you just left shifting position, or something else entirely?❞

❝I must confess that much of what this city offers is quite baffling.❞

       You will wonder why.

Undignified was the face which was presented to her, eyes weaker than her own, she assumed. With a toying tone to her voice, the queen replied quite quickly to the other. ❝A second?❞ She repeated the woman’s words, one hand reaching to her chin in a drawn out movement. With a long, dark nail she tapped the bottom of her own chin as if thinking deeply on the matter. ❝Oh, I’ve more than one second. The question is, are you a suitable use for my time?❞

Even more than so, the blonde let her response wane for moments longer. With a sharp tongue, her next three words were spoken in a stern manner. ❝State your business.❞

     In theory, demonstrating unflinching patience is a relatively simple concept, but it can often times be perceived as an impossible feat when one seeks to successfully place action behind unspoken words. A variety of variables inevitably complicates the mission, and one of them has instantaneously surfaced within this bumptious personage. Its presence has nearly solicited quite the unfavorable response from the former agent. Though slightly acrimonious and undeniably sarcastic words firmly press against the rounded tip of her tongue, steaming irritation is reluctantly asphyxiated in favor of preventing this potentially valuable opportunity from vanishing before cerulean pools so soon.

    ❝ I'm new here, and I have questions that I want answered.

             Is being brought here by the scientists the only way for someone to come here? What happens to people who try to leave? ❞

   Foreign terms that ALMOST sound as if they have been ripped right from the frangible pages of an ancient tome unexpectedly acquaint themselves with attentive ears. Had this UNANTICIPATED meeting transpired several years ago - during a time when authentic merriment and unadulterated mirth were not such ABSTRACT concepts, it is quite possible that a feminine laugh would have automatically been solicited from the rather impulsive woman. Ultimately this hypothesis is worthless as the seemingly dangerous yet useful ability to reverse the unstoppable flow of time itself is NOT one that she possesses.  Now, her watchful eyes only reflect the complete lack of comprehension that lies within at present. 

   ❝   The number of emotions capable of being experienced equals the number of people inhabiting this bittersweet world. Their significance can be comprehended in INNUMERABLE ways. From accompanying loved ones to joyous occasions that enable them to savor the sweet taste of happiness to simply venturing in solitude to a picturesque and tranquil location that allows one to know pure contentedness, some are REMARKABLY pleasant. From permanently being separated from a beloved guardian to abruptly discovering that deception is at play in a seemingly perfect relationship, some are LESS than pleasant. The more bizarre an event is, the more abnormal the sentiments that ultimately arise following its inevitable conclusion will surely seem to be. What do you suppose happens when one attempts to AVOID these emotions? When someone DELIBERATELY neglects them in favor of pushing ahead? This is the tale of such a soul, and the destination to which she is headed is by no means glorious.  ❞

            —– A WASTE OF TIME REALLY. Her apartment suite is what she seeks, to return and unwind within this city she had just arrived within. If one is incapable of providing the answer she requires for her acquired task at hand, then they are utterly useless to the queen. However, the amount of allies she lack currently is astonishing – though she had always been the queen, the queen alone upon her throne it is not within her nature to reject one’s offer; but, her patience runs short – she is a queen after all, regardless if she is donned in a corset or one of her many sensible pantsuits. Naturally her arms come to fold across her chest as deft fingers move to capture a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

           “ WELL, since you’ve been so kind as to offer your assistance – I do hope neither of our PRECIOUS time would be wasted on pointless pursuits, Miss…? ” The warning rolls off the mayor’s tongue along with a smile – a threatening one nonetheless. What a queen wants, a queen shall receive – no exceptions are made.  

       Quite quickly has it become extraordinarily apparent that this entirely unfamiliar woman does not intend to have her ADMITTEDLY VALUABLE time squandered and is ( f a r ) from willing to have that occur either. The nature of her response certainly indicates the unignorable presence of a persona befitting a MONARCH or one who is simply in a position of ( t r e m e n d o u s ) power, and it is not exactly challenging to assume that at least the latter is precisely the case. Regardless of whether or not pretentious headgear - picturesque crowns - traditionally rested upon raven tresses before those governing this sham of a city transported her from her homeland, surely SHE is accustomed to making momentous decisions that each hold the power to drastically upset whatever balance it is that ( f o r t i f i e s ) the world around her. Yet another remarkably deceptive illusion that is known to cleverly trick the unsuspecting into believing that such a fate is DESIRABLE when it is actually a detestable burden as a single move can easily instigate an irreversible collapse. Even if it is not the ( i n t e n d e d ) outcome.

        Nevertheless, the BITING EDGE that prevents that warning - a politely phrased one - from being perceived as utterly ( e m p t y ) hastily reminds her of the fact that she is not here to sympathize. As it is, it is FAR too soon for that to happen as she currently knows NOTHING of the life that this stranger unwillingly left behind. So, a curt nod is delivered while words of ( r e a s s u r a n c e ) are permitted to depart from her mouth. 

A fleeting moment of selfishness makes the experience of coming to personally comprehend the significance of being gifted with the power of omnipotence seem attractive as she would be able to pair the stranger's query with a  suitable answer and satiate her own growing curiosity as well, but it only takes a minute or two for  her to recall the fact that such a  fate is nothing more than a curse disguised as a blessing.

An unmistakable air of regality assuredly  accompanies a discernible gleam of seemingly unyielding refinement within icy optics. Accustomed to drawing sound conclusions regarding one's very existence by descrying physical features and observing noticeable mannerisms, it is only natural for her to conclude that one should ensure to approach this presumably aloof enigma only when willing to demonstrate good manners and undying patience. If at all, of course. It would not be unreasonable for one to make a point of avoiding the stranger altogether. First impressions are more than capable of inspiring spontaneity and influencing their recipients in the most unpredictable of ways. Driven by a desire for valuable information, she does not refrain from initiating a conversation and simply resolves to practice politeness instead.