Well, whaddaya know. The girl likes princesses. If Emry had been a little girl at one time or had properly paid attention to other human beings, he might have been able to figure that stereotype. Alas, Emry generally didn't like people and never even considered being a little girl....not that he ever know there was an option at that age.
"A real Prince and a real Princess. I've only met one of our Princesses, but I have been told we have two. I have not met any Dukes, Counts or Barons, but they may still be there."
He glanced down at his clothes when Cruithne mentioned them. He knew that there were some similarities between his uniform and the uniforms of the comrades he had met, but what the child seemed to be referring to was an element which was different.
"Not quite. Our uniforms are similar, but represent a few different styles. Mine just happens to be more medieval. It's nice fabric, though. Would you like to feel the gauze?"
He held up a fold of his voluminous, transparent green sleeves to offer.
