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Closeup on Jillian in the saddle as she gestures with her right hand.|||
Queen Jillian Zamussels: What I want to know is, how do you know I won't croak you?
Slately's prob'ly down there screaming for me to.
Low-angle closeup on Wanda, holding the reins of her dwagon.|||
Closeup over Jillian's shoulder on Wanda as she leans in, eying her intently.|||
Closeup on the two commanders. Wanda's mouth is barely visible underneath her 'fro, while Jillian reaches up to fiddle with her bow tie, seemingly unsure of herself.|||
Closeup on Jillian, hand just beneath her bow tie, eyes half-closed and looking sidelong away from Wanda.|||
Bird's-eye view of the parley in Spacerock airspace. Jillian and Wanda's mounts still grinding against each other high above their stacks, neatly ordered in rows. Five megalogwiffs face off against an equal number of dwagons; two pinks, then three blues, then another pink. In the middle is a space vacated by the two commanders and filled only by a tiny Ossomer on the magic carpet. Through this gap we can see the main thoroughfare of the city as it divides the many buildings behind the great stone walls. Outside, above the lush green land are row upon row of dwagons; yellows hovering above pinks, with blues, greens, and reds beyond.|||
As their mounts grind uncomfortably against each other, Wanda leans over, resting a hand on the megalogwiff. Jillian smiles back at her. For its part, the megalogwiff squeezes its eyes shut.|||
Queen Jillian Zamussels: I have a lot of questions...
But they can wait.
Let me make you a crazy offer before I change my mind.
Bird's-eye/closeup on Wanda looking up and smiling; below, hovering above the city is a blue dwagon, and hovering just outside the walls are two yellows.|||
Jillian holds her reins, looking pensive. We can see the edge of the city below and the rolling hills beyond, spotted with small clusters of trees.|||