Pieri stomped her
foot, her pink and blue pigtails bobbing angrily as she adopted the
childish pout she was known for. “Pieri is hungry,”
she shouted to no one in particular. “It is past Pieri's dinner
time and no one has fed her!”
Understandably,
no one answered; but that was probably because there was no one in
the room with her. Or many people awake in the castle at all, at the
moment- it was some unknown hour in the night, or perhaps even
morning, truthfully, and no time for dinner