[Probably because, despite her protests, and 10,000 years of stasis, she is still the Altean equivalent of an 18-year-old. What’s the exact number? That answer can be found in the same place as a certain sword boyfriend’s real name.
She watches him as he sits, her curiosity shifting from his face to the small stick balanced between his lips. His adoption of her time-based vocabulary seems to have him in her good graces for now, though, and she smiles,]
It’s a pleasure to meet you Rich. I am Princess Allura from planet Altea. [A pause and her smile skews sardonic,] Although I’m afraid my title means little when I am the only one left.
[Even before the storm, she was only one of less than a quarter dozen Alteans left in the universe. It’s a tough neighborhood out there. She offers the plate of lint-cubes in Rich’s direction,] Please— [Help yourself, help Allura get these stinky little cubes out from under her nose.]
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She watches him as he sits, her curiosity shifting from his face to the small stick balanced between his lips. His adoption of her time-based vocabulary seems to have him in her good graces for now, though, and she smiles,]
It’s a pleasure to meet you Rich. I am Princess Allura from planet Altea. [A pause and her smile skews sardonic,] Although I’m afraid my title means little when I am the only one left.
[Even before the storm, she was only one of less than a quarter dozen Alteans left in the universe. It’s a tough neighborhood out there. She offers the plate of lint-cubes in Rich’s direction,] Please— [Help yourself, help Allura get these stinky little cubes out from under her nose.]