Tickle Me Pretty

The man seemed pleased by her introduction, and Raisa figured that as long as someone was, perhaps it was worth something after all. She shrugged. To her, still it really made no difference. Titles meant little, unless they spoke for something. She had nothing left, at the moment. Fugue's desire to help her though, was a pleasant surprise. Who could have thought that this day would turn out so? She chuckled. "Yes, let's, and hope it's as easy to do as to speak of." Where would they even start? She supposed that getting off this damnable mountain would be a good place to start. Perhaps for the unhinged, like she and Fugue, it was well enough, but in truth she wanted a strong, noble kingdom. Not a kingdom of the ill and frayed. Raisa looked down the slope, at the distant forests that sprawled below. Was her future out there. "Well," she said finally. "I suppose we better get started."