[b]Adila![/b]

Miraculously, the tent stays upright. It’s more of an art piece in the [i]shape[/i] of a tent, if you really think about it.

“Get off me!” Eska’s pushing a lot. Why isn’t she more happy? Clearly, you need to lick her shiny cheeks more. “Uuuuugh!!”

Eupheria-Isolde is giving you lazy scritches and smiling a little, and Kazelia is managing to get her underwear situation back under control, when who should walk in the door except cats? Two cats!!

***

[b]Mittens![/b]

The trap door opens up into a gorgeous lavender tent, filled with the most perfect tea party imaginable, and nobody here to share it with! Nobody except for the hug pile in the middle of the room, surrounded by knocked-over tables and poles and sandwiches tragically knocked into the grass.

A big black dragon-puppy lifts her head and gives you a [i]look.[/i] A look that promises face licks and excited woofing that will make your tail stand on end. Dogs! Why’d it have to be dogs?!

Thankfully, before you can be hug-tackled by Adila, Azora Howl huffs her way into the tent.

“There you all are,” she drawls, rolling her eyes. “Oh my [i]frosts,[/i] I can’t believe you all failed so much and so badly! Getting that dumb scepter or whatever is going to be [i]suuuuuch[/i] a cakewalk, yeah?” She tosses her platinum hair over her shoulder and immediately takes a plate of sandwiches. And then she stops.

“OMF,” she says, her mouth full, “these are, like, [i]so[/i] amaze! You have to try them!!”

“Give it a rest,” Dandy says, stomping her way inside on her hooves. “Ah reckon you ain’t nothin’ but a lowdown varmit anyhow, city-slicker.” Her hair’s bushing out, her legs are golden-brown horse’s legs, and she has an obscene amount of freckles. When she sees Adila, she frowns, but can’t resist offering scritches.

(You’re not jealous. You’re [i]not[/i] jealous. Dandy’s scritchies are probably stinky and lame anyhow.)

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[b]Kathelia![/b]

That does appear to be all of the princesses roped into the game show! Excellent, all the variables are in one place, and you can finally work together.

It appears, to your keen analytical eye, that everyone has had their curse advance at least three times, and further exposure to the Labyrinth will certainly cause the curses to fully blossom, to remain until Eupheria gets bored of them. At full curse, many of you may no longer be able to continue play properly— how will Alina, for example, manage to overcome danger as a cat? How will Isolde be able to navigate the Labyrinth when she believes she is Eupheria? And will you still be able to fight once you’re a scrawny, pathetic little nerd?

You need to work together if you want to have any hopes of survival.

“Seriously, this is soooo good, I need Daddy to hire these caterers,” Azora trills, stuffing her cheeks. And, just like that, your stomach rumbles. This would be a fantastic time for a snack, don’t you think?