Jenny: Princess

"Hmm," the Guttersnipe said briefly. They walked along the road for a while in silence. The plover were trilling, the trilling growing louder as they moved out of the flats and began ascending the tumbling hills. Around them the wind laid the long grasses flat, twisting the single trees into odd shapes. It was a glorious view as one went upward, the land full of grass and wind, gnarled trees and ragged patches of heather all around, with the sky spread out over all. Eastward, at their backs, the Wear ran down into the faded plain of the sea.

Wulf had strode on ahead a little ways. With the pony between them, the Guttersnipe and the slave-girl walked along. Presently the Guttersnipe looked round Firefly's nose and asked, "So, are you a princess of some sort? Because I am."