Isbel thought about her words carefully.
I will help you, Queenie. But I must know alittle about your race and your emeny. Once we get rid of that cow, and Stella banishment is lifted she will become queen. My sister is good at military, she's a brave fighter and she watches alot of Elvis. She could help you more than I can, my sister is tough as nails. I will try to help you too, I just need a little more infor. And I am second after Stella for the throne, and don't know much about the surface world as she does.
OCC: Elvis is a martial art expert.
Isbel put out another plate of food and gave it to the dragon queen.
I know you are following your heart, but right your stomach is telling me you should eat something fast. Help yourself, leviathans are big on food, you won't starve here. She said eating a piece of whale blubber.
Isbel thought of her sister as queen, it made her laugh alittle to herself. It's not that Stella wouldn't make a good queen, it's just the way she would carry herself. And of coasre, her king would be wearing a white leather limestone jumpsuit, and a mane shaggy and dyed jet black and big sun glasses. She hoped no one would see her giggled to herself at the silliness of her sister.
Yes, ma'mm, when big Sis becomes queen she run things differently around here than the old man. I would let you met him, but he's not big on surface dwellers. Once we stop that wicked witch, you and Stella can have a nice long talk about queen stuff, but I should warn you that she's big on popluar culture and you might need me to explain some of the things she saids, mostly the Elvis stuff when you draw battle plans. She smiled.
Isbel had a look about her that shown that she and Stella were sisters.
Now, if that witch doesn't kill them all before we can stop her, the bethmoths might help out too for your war, but we have to get rid of that witch or even the surface will suffer tyranny she does down here. When we are ready, we will have a plan to resuce this kingdom from that brat. Like I said before, Stella will become queen and can make the allience with your kingdom. My step-mother can't be trusted in power, she'll make alliences with your emenies.
Isbel could still hear her stomach grumble.
Please eat before you pass out from hunger, winged one. You have a stomach as big as your heart.
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