human
asked the Boy.
gpt
They were Princesses, like your sister, said I.
human
I've been fancying them with her eyes.
gpt
What do you know about her eyes?
human
I imagine them like yours.
gpt
Let's get out into the sunshine again, said the Boy.
human
I'm afraid it's time to leave the Princesses, and go back to the Contessa.
gpt
Contending with the fretful elements.