The large palace, cold and distant, only had a few moving mutants, making it dull for the tendrils.
"You can go anywhere except that building," said Mr. Pyramid, pointing to a magnificent domed structure in the garden as he walked. "That's where the queen rests. We can't disturb Her Majesty."
"Ah," Kestrel nodded, keeping the location of the building in mind. There was no need to remember it, as it was a noticeable structure, like a giant birdcage reaching up to the sky, but with more elaborate exterior decorations.
"Also, don't get close to the door when I'm not with you," he warned Kestrel. "You'd get executed."
Kestrel asked, "What if I want to go out?"
"Why would you want to leave?" His single big eye blinked, showing an expression of confusion. He spoke softly, "Why would you want to leave now that you're here? This place has everything, it's a perfect paradise."
Kestrel's tendrils started to discuss:
"I thought this place would be fun."
"But it is just like the Tower."
