Chapter 387 – Good Morning, Princess

• “I mean,” Midnight says, rolling her eyes, “I don’t really know exactly who it was – they never fill me in on anything good. But it was probably those stupid Atalaxians. They’re always messing around here, driving their stupid carts around, building things.”
• “What Atalaxians?” Jesse asks, leaning forward, fascinated. They can come here? They’re…building things?
• “I don’t know,” she grumbles, peevish, meeting his eyes with her own dark brown ones. “Not all of them can come through – just the King and his son and the other one – the tall one with the pretty eyes. And then only sometimes. Not like me.” She sits up straight, quite proud. “I can go back and forth anytime I want because I am Papa’s favorite.”