She used her wings to glide towards the suns, the picture of regal grace and poise. Her voice still boomed and reverberated at it’s incredible volume, her tone carrying an authority that no Prince could pretend to match. And she did not sound happy to have intruders here in this dream realm. As she neared the suns, her expression shifted to that of shock: she no doubt saw the Princes themselves. But she quickly shifted back to anger as she flew beyond the window’s viewing angle. Nothing for it but to move elsewhere to get a better vantage point: I had to learn what little I could from this encounter.