It was too late.
Too late to save the blueberry bushes across the gazebo.
To warn the palace staff to double clip their clothes when drying. Or to remind them to close the windows.
And definitely too late to warn them so they save their hair from turning into a bird's nest. But hay-like hair was the least of anyone's concern when a storm swept across the land without warning.
No one was facing that problem other than the third prince, anyway. A side effect of being nearest to the source of the said disaster.
Hair aside, Reis was simply lucky not to end up with the dishes that had flown away outside the gazebo despite not having wings. The fine porcelain didn't even get to clatter in protest. May they find better owners in their next life.
The prince hadn't faced the same fate thanks to the great lord Yvaion, who was quick enough to hold down the human and his kitten before they could follow the inanimate objects to some unknown destination.
