"How kind of him," Ardasa said. Curiosity struck her, as she accepted the box from the hands of the dracon. She grasped the smaller crown and, with unsteady hands, placed it upon her own head. "How does it look?" she asked the messenger. She had thought that there were mirrors lining every part of the palace. It seems, that by some stroke of poor luck, the exception just so happened to be where she found herself. "I don't know, it just seems so fancy. It's a bit . . . much. Maybe you don't understand. You must have grown up in this city of colors and riches, oh how lucky you are. This is just the way your life is, isn't it? Once you see miracles up every tree and along every path, they just lose their magic." She stopped her rambling, only to notice that the dracon has not had the opportunity to speak at all. "Oh! Silly me, you'll just have to bear it a little longer. I do this sometimes. Well? Does the crown fit right?"