What secrets the golden held within himself- about love, desires to crush her egg, and otherwise- were hidden to the queen, her blue eyes only seeing the lonely and wandering friend that she knew to exist. Lonely and wandering and wet, at this point. Would there ever come a time when she learned of the evils that permeated his heart, the twisted and secretive nature that ruled his life? Would she never know that this golden knight was nothing more than gold-plated, a shiny covering for a less desirable center? It was doubtful, for the queen saw only pure light emanating from his heart, casting warmth even where the sun did not shine.

As for his words, the queen could not say she always understood them. He spoke of mysteries that she couldn’t always comprehend, of thought and rational worry that she could not always manage, but she smiled and nodded anyways, playing along with his lecture and ensuring him that he was a good teacher. She would not want to hurt his feelings or alienating him just because she was a fool. After all, she wanted friends and she wanted to be liked. She wanted to be happy and she wanted to be helpful. She could have none of those things if he escaped from her stupidity before she could really ingrain herself in his life. That, or if he escaped before she could bring him back to the Edge. Some day she would- he was sure to be happier there than in the wilds- but she would not press the issue for now.

As for love and letting it pull her… she found that to be the most honest and helpful advice she had thus far received from anyone she had asked. Letting life pull her in its stream was something she understood, something she could think about and imagine she would enjoy. Much of her life before the queendom had been comprised of letting life pull her this way and that. In some ways life still did, although the turns she took were not nearly as random as they had been. Bobbing her head, she was about to respond when something very odd began to take place.

Startling backwards, the queen raised her head in surprise as her companion began to flutter this way and that in the glass enclosure, as though he was seeking escape from the dry location and release into the maelstrom outside. For a moment she just took deep breaths, trying to maintain calmness while the golden seemed to panic, but in the end she didn’t know what to do. Tossing her nose towards the opening she had left on the other wise, she suggested meekly to him, “You can go if you need to?” And indeed, the statement was more of a question than anything else. Stepping forward to stand over her basket, to protect it from the golden’s wild tirade through the glass hut, she waited to see what would happen. “Did I say something?”