Fixing Adora

Don't Change

Angella was silent. She was trying to think of an excuse to use, but anything she thought of was quickly thrown out. "What if I say- no that won't work. But- no not that either. I got it!" There is a reason why she has a council, making up a plan on the fly was not her strongest quality.

The silence was becoming awkward. Bow, not wanting to sound rude, gave Angella an expecting look. "So... lovely weather, huh?" Looking to the side to see the other people in the room begin to fidget.

"... Yes, indeed." Replied the Queen, who was still stuck on how to get them to leave. She had an idea in how to though it may embarrass them. Mermista and Perfuma gave a shared look, giving a curt nod in confused agreement. She didn't want to seem stuck up, as how this is their first-time meeting Angella.

Clearing her throat, Castaspella caught the attention of everyone in the room. "Should we head to the War Room then?" The atmosphere that was being created in the room she could live without.

"Sure, but are The She-Ra and Glimmer are ready there?" asked Perfuma, with a raised eyebrow. She really wanted to see the blonde again, especially after what she did for her village.

Giving Casta a glance, Angella silently pleaded for help. Only thing she got in return was a shoulder shrug. Deciding that stalling is getting her nowhere, Angella let out a breath, smiling gracefully. Shaking her head slowly, hair softly moving with it, she answered. She hoped this would work. "No, currently Adora and my daughter are not in the War Room. They are off doing their own...thing."

"Own thing?" Asked Bow, wandering why neither one asked him to come along. Then again, the way they look at each other when they think he's not looking gives him an idea.

"Don't they like, know there's a meeting?" Mermista just wanted to get started, she really doesn't like wasting time. "It's on every Monday, right?"

Angella was getting nervous, she didn't want to have to go into detail. If she let it slip the Rebellions greatest weapon is out of commission, it may reach the Horde.

"Hahaha. You know teenagers and their non-scheduled adventures." Casta butted in, her own nervousness getting the better of her. Getting behind the group, she started to guild them to the door. "Now, how about we head to the meeting area."

As they were pushed out the Throne Room into the hallway, they passed by many doors. But one caught the attention of Bow.

Looking down he noticed dirt on the floor in front of the door. Lifting his head Bow noticed it was Adora's room. Turning around he asked Angella, "Why is there dirt? This is the only room we walked past that has it."

"Adora accidently broke a potted plant earlier." Well Angella wasn't lying, but it still felt wrong to fib to Bow. She herself has no idea what happened fully in that room. "But as you know, she's off doing her own thing with Glimmer."

Bow seemed skeptical of the answer but continued with the rest of the group. He'll ask Adora about it later.

Making it to the room, they all sat down in their respective seats waiting for Spinnerella and Netossa to arrive.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Back in Glimmer's room~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Okay. That should do it!" Exclaimed a still heavily blushing Glimmer. She has just finished washing Adora's hair and started to comb through it again with a separate brush. "No more knots and all the dirt is out." Now that she is seeing the blonde hair up close the princess realized how well kept it usually is. Not a split end to be seen, and evenly cut.

"T-Thank you..." Adora said, head straight forward, lost in thought. It felt weird to have her hair washed for her. Not a bad weird, but weird in general and a kind of familiar feeling. A tear fell from her eye as she thought of the last time someone did this for her. It also reminded her of what happened right before it as well, memories thought to be locked away, reopened.