Princess Adila's ears flatten against the back of her head. She instinctively shies away from that tone, that coldness, even if she wants to scream in words she doesn't have any more: No! That's wrong! There is another way if you were just brave enough to try it, because if Princess Kazelia can have her heart awoken from the cold then surely there is hope for anyone, isn't there?

But the words aren't there and there's fur in her eyes - so much fur, she feels like a gigantic ball of black wool. She stumbles forwards blindly, trying to think in tones that weren't just saddened whining, trying to think about how to ask the powerful, cold, distant, aloof figure who has so much [i]power[/i] over her, just like all the others of her kind... how she, silly, fuzzy, puffy, Princess Adila could possibly convince her to...

THERE!

She charges. She snatches a notepad and pencil from the nearest goblin. Handwriting is, yes, an issue - everything is misized for her and her light is still too weak to hold it on her behalf. She grips the pencil in her mouth and strives with all her might to write a message. Words that she can't say, words that she can hardly think, words that can turn aside this dark fate and plead for some sort of alternative that doesn't involve risking dear Alina and imprisoning someone else for ever and ever...

She finishes her message, brushes the fur out of her eyes, and holds it up so that Princess Adila I can see exactly what it is she's written.

It's a picture of a ball. Arrows are pointing at the ball. Crude letters below the ball read PLAY BAL. There is a little picture of herself there too, with the subtitle GOOD AT BAL, and arrows pointing from one to the other just so the message is completely clearly communicated.

[Talk sense with wisdom: 1, 1, +1 = 3. THERE ARE NO BRAKES ON THE FAIL TRAIN]