"Name!" You point at the nearest boy. He's shorter than you with white hair - an albino, you assume.
"N-name?" He takes a step back. "M-my name is Mikhail, p-pwincess."
You stare at him some more until he backs up even more. Good. If he didn't realise his disrespect you would have slapped him across the face.
"And you?" Your next target is a normal looking girl. Average height and blue hair.
"Dala, princess," she says, curtsying. You nod in satisfaction.
The rest of the group is better than Mikhail, though none are as polite as Dala. Mana, Olist - which means Seven Headed Peacock, funnily enough - Yezae and Redue. Yezae's the one that insulted you when you first met them, and Redue's his sister. He was a bit scared when you ordered him to tell you his name, but he was alright in a while.
Mikhail's actually from another country, you find out, and he's only four years old, so you forgive him. Somewhat.
He's only allowed to get within seventy centimetres of you. Edel enforces it, by your order.
"Right!" You hop onto a chair, balancing it on its edges so that you can stand even higher. And rotate. Can't forget the rotation. "Introductions are over! So what do we do?"
The children look at each other, shrug asynchronously and scratch their heads.
"I-I thought you might have a plan, princess," Redue says. "After all, you're the one that requested our company."
Well gosh darn it. Did Bal set things up that way? It's just so unfair. What, does he expect you to be like... uh... Pasiap and be the centre that holds this group together, to lead them?
Edel hops onto the other edge of the chair, balancing herself too. "Princess," she whispers, "you need to tell them what to do."
"I know that!" You snap. You flip the chair into the air, hopping away from the group of children to give you and Edel some privacy. "So?"
"You once told me that you wanted to..." Edel continues.
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