Blessed with sharp eyes, intense persistence, and the unmistakable determination of a partially guilty romantic, one puppet prince could see perfectly well.
So for all intents and purposes, Prince Elior absolutely did not need to hear Rahil's blow-by-blow account of the very same thing unfolding before his eyes.
Unfortunately for said prince, Rahil—who needed justice for being woken up even earlier than the devil for today's excursion—disagreed.
They had picked a spot that was both far enough to avoid attention and close enough for their kind to see everything. A ridiculous perch, really. One had to climb, sidestep, and practically cling to railings that were clearly not meant to be used by sane people just to get to that obscure lookout. But the view was excellent.
And Rahil, despite feeling like shit, was thriving.
