“….I sometimes wonder if I’m dreaming. I might need to buy some sleeping medicines.” The Dandelion Princess stares at her hands.
“I wonder that myself at times. but if it a dream, getting more sleeping medicine might not be wise. Perhaps some tea would be better?” A small, polite offer spoken in a kind voice. Though there is still some level of concern to it. This seemingly frail princess did care for others.
“..!” Surprise was easy to see on her face, the hand caught her with ease as she carefully maneuvered around with the other’s guidance. “Ah, I apologize. Thank you for the help.” It certainly caught her off-guard, to say the least, but she was honest and soft in her words.
“Hey, it’s alright. Forest floors can be tricky to travel through.” BRIGHT expression reveals as much, an honesty in his words that spoke of unnecessary apologies. “Can’t tell you how many times I’ve fallen flat on my face while tripping over twigs.”
“I believe it. Nearly tripped a few times myself. And not just from forest flooring..Mountainous terrain seems to get enjoyment from me falling.“ Divinity agreed softly with a nod of her head, though having to glance back down once more to make sure that she was not in any immediate danger of tripping. With that settled, she turned her attention back to the blond nearby. “Ah, it is good to see you again, Link. How have you been as of late?”
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“Oh, careful !!” A hand shoots out to catch her own, GUIDING her around the branches to litter the forest floor. “Watch your step, it’s a little cluttered here.”
“..!” Surprise was easy to see on her face, the hand caught her with ease as she carefully maneuvered around with the other’s guidance. “Ah, I apologize. Thank you for the help.” It certainly caught her off-guard, to say the least, but she was honest and soft in her words.
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( I am going to attempt fiddling with things for a little bit before attempting to do drafts and go back to lurking on my multimuse. )
“….Hey, I know I don’t ask this much, but can I have a hug?”
Hugs? Sure! The child can do that much at least. With a soft smile, the small one stands up from her seat and strolled over to the other, steps swift, yet light before tiny arms were within reach. Due to her short size of her eight years, she could only wrap her arms around the waist.
“Of course you may, Ritsuka.” Divinity spoke up in a soft, but happy tone.
A collection of random “I want to know…” sentences.
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Traveler?
Ah, right. Looking at her outfit, she didn’t exactly fit in with the common theme here. A leftover from her prior travels. If she’d been wearing her old outfit, perhaps she would’ve blended it better. She wasn’t certain, but perhaps. It did little to make her wonder, and the town name ended up being Baron. Well, the kingdom, anyway.
Setting the staff she carried against the wall, she glanced about. Taking in the sights. It seemed rude, but it wasn’t the point she was making. So this was what Baron looked like when you were really there, and not some CREATION on a double-screen handheld device.
“I see. Baron, huh?” So where was she within the timeline? Did this girl have any significance? Remembering Marcello, Lily, Zephyr, Rene and Aevar, who had no significance to the ACTUAL storyline but had joined regardless (bringing the count from eight to thirteen), there was a possibility she’d be having some significance with Esther’s interference.
It always happened like that.
“Can you tell me something? Does the kingdom have a Prince? And if so, what’s his name?” That would tell her where exactly within the timeline she was (unlike with her last adventure, where she’d known right off the bat), and she could prepare accordingly.
Curiouser and curiouser~ The brunette watched and waited quietly, taking the moment to have a look around as well. Yes, the town was peaceful, the people going about with their daily lives despite the concerns deep within. The kids seemed preoccupied enough and enjoying a game or two while most of the adults were busy working, though there was no doubt a bit of caution as one of the armor’s assistants were having to walk to the front entrance to the town, making casual conversation and having to whisper in having to see if any equipment needed replacing or fixing.
Divinity nodded to confirm the other’s musings of them being in Baron. though her full attention was returned to the young woman in hearing the question about the royal heir. The prince? That was an easy, but specific question.. And talk about the timing of it.. Maybe the brunette was thinking on it too much.
“Why yes, young Prince Ceodore. Son of a pair of loving and kind parents, King Cecil and Queen Rosa. But he is away currently. I was told he had undergone a mission along the Red Wings. I would like to think that he is in safe hands.” It was answered in honesty, as well as friendly. Though there was a hint of concern that lied within those hazel depths. “Why do you ask?” Both hands fold over one another and behind her back, she watched the other in curiosity.
A lively city.
A reinforced town.
It’d been so small in the game, so… so SMALL, but here it was bigger than she’d realized. And the castle wasn’t too far away, either, but it towered over the city like a landmark and Esther was surprised. There’s little to no FAMILIARITY in the structure of everything, and it’s different, oh so different than what she knows.
But there’s an ODDITY there, and that oddity was the girl helping out around the area with healing magic and making fires. Right, Tellah used to be able to do this. Depending on where she was, she could potentially meet him, as well as the rest of the characters, too.
How strange.
“Excuse me!” She moves to raise her hand in greeting to the girl, a smile on her face. “What’s this town called, if I might ask?”
If it really was Baron, then she might just scream.
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There was a level of unease within the people as they would whisper to one another, but dare not speak so loudly about their concern. While most would dismiss it, anyone who had some level of adventuring experience or knew their way around a battle or a war would know that something was coming. A storm brewing, despite the calm that seemed to still hover over the town. No one was immune to such a subtle tension. Not even a young girl in her late teens who had been having to help the people left and right, whether it was to heal wounds or keep the children’s attention so they they would not wander far from the town.
“Excuse me! What’s this town called, if I may ask?”
A voice had pulled the brunette from her thoughts, thankfully she was caught at a time where she was not busy entertaining children, assisting her parents or having to mend wounds of adventurers. Adjusting her cream colored robe a little, hazel eyes drift their gaze over to the one who spoke up, whom was apparently a young woman. Well, the attire did scream to the healer that the other was not from here. Perhaps from Mysidia? Or a wandering traveler who was lost? Still, she was greeted with a smile and the young mage smiled kindly in return with a small wave of her hand as well, though it was clear on her face that she was curious. A simple enough question was asked and so she will answer with honestly.
“Welcome, traveler!” Divinity spoke up, the brunette could not stop herself from tilting her head just slightly before tilting it back upright. “You are in the kingdom of Baron. This is the town part of it, the castle is not far from here.” Well, here is to hoping that the horrid feeling in the healer’s gut will go away and trouble her no more.
@chldca, Tis the season for bitter sweetness~
Granted, the small lunarian was delighted in the directions given to her by others on where Ritsuka was. But the sad smiles and the pity in their eyes had clued her in real quick that something was up. Too much time (roughly 2 earth equivalent years) had been wasted in having to put on a happy or even indifferent mask when around others back before. And yet, she kept up the cheerful demeanor, determined not to let this sour this bit of joy in the day. So in seeing Ritsuka on the other side of the door, tears streaming down, tiny hands tighten their hold on the wrapped up box.
Ritsuka was crying. Her first ally in this new life and she is crying. What happened? What made her cry? Why was her friend crying? Was it because of the child herself? Was it something she said or did? Was-- thankfully the red-head’s words shattered the train of thought before it could corrupt her farther.
“I’m okay, Caster. I just hurt my hand.”
A lie. A lie and the former princess thought it had to be one. How? There was no wounds that the small girl could see. Not only that, but the to her was not rubbing her hand a lot to indicate such a thing. It was not much in the form of context clues, but she was sure, in her still learning mind, that there had to be something else. But she could not really call the other out on it. Who would believe her anyway? Or at least that is what a small voice in the back of her mind hissed. So instead, as she had processed the fact that her friend was crying, the paled haired child watched in both curiosity and slight confusion as her ally had brought out a bracelet. A small, honest smile forming on her face as Ritsuka carefully placed the accessory around her tiny wrist. It matched perfectly with the new attire that she wore. The very sight of the gold and white beads and single star made her feel at least a little warm and fuzzy inside. In a soft and happy way.
“Here. Merry Christmas, Caster… Thank you for being here.”
“Merry Christmas, Ritsuka. Thank you. For your patience. And for helping me and everyone here. No matter what happens, we all appreciate you.” While her speech sounded formal, there was definite joy and compassion in her voice, her left hand reached up and, trying to be as gentle as possible, wiped the tears off her ally’s cheeks. With a nod of her head, she held out a messily wrapped box. The box being from white wrapping paper and strung with gold and white ribbons. It was clear she had maybe just a bit of help wrapping altogether. Inside the box, however, was an amulet. With a thin, but durable golden chain, the charm being an amber stone on plated gold that had a paisley design around the stone. None of the gold was fake. Nor was it painted. For those who were proficient in the magical arts would be able to sense a protective aura humming quietly from the stone. As simple as it may look, one still had to wonder how a child was able to accomplish this. A question the lunarian was more than willing to answer the other honestly, should Ritsuka were to ask, that is.
A young child. So young, and yet so strong. Ritsuka wished that Mash could be here for this. The only child she had any contact with was Gilgamesh’s child self, who she’d summoned after Quetzalcoatl. So this would be out of her comfort zone. She takes in a breath, and steels herself for this job. As a Master, it was her duty to see her Servants safe, hale and hearty.
She wouldn’t lose them. Not like she lost Mash.
But this Servant’s name was Divinity. She had been hoping to call Jeanne D’Arc, so when the Caster Card had appeared within the FATE system, she’d readied herself to see if it was someone else from the Orleans Singularity… Gilles, if she recalled right. So it was relieving to know she didn’t call anyone from there.
“Nice to meet you too.” Ritsuka took her hand and shook it gently before letting go. “You’ll need to get used to life here in Chaldea, so I’ll take you to your room. I hope you don’t mind sharing with the other Caster.”
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Oh no. Divinity was not from Orleans at all, but from another world entirely. Not to mention, possibly, another part in the multiverse altogether. But the child had no idea of such yet. One might think that a glitch occurred. And yet, perhaps there was a reason why this was allowed to begin with.
Even so, Divinity smiled just a little more as she squeezed the other’s hand just slightly before letting go in the handshake. There was a nod of the head from the much smaller girl. There was one of those words again. Caster. Well, a caster is what she is.. technically. But her magic? She might not be able to feel the weight of the curse anymore, but that did mean that she did not want to test it out so soon. For now, adapting to this new world will have to be first on her list of things to do. As well as learning about it.. and whoever else may live here for that matter.
“I do not mind.“ Divinity spoke up softly, honest in her words. The former princess never had a problem in sharing. That much was true. “If.. I may be so bold as to ask.. What is this other caster like?” There was a bit of curiosity in her voice, despite how sleepy she was. Maybe.. maybe she could make friends here.. Yes.. that would be very nice indeed.
It’s a miracle, he’s actually asleep. And standing up, too.
This child is new. She has no idea how hard this man has worked, let alone who he was. Even so, here she was, taking a blanket from the nearest bed, toss it onto him and began the careful attempt to move him a little at a time to lead him to the bedroom where she found the blanket. Sleeping magically strong man should rest, yes, but preferably on a bed or a couch.
Ritsuka stares at the girl for a moment before clearing her throat. "Ah, you must be Caster. It's nice to meet you. Welcome to Chaldea. I'm your Master, Ritsuka." ( Ehehehehe - )
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The trip was taking longer than she imagined. It was silence. No sound. No warmth or cold. Nothing than the distant touch of her own hands woven together against her chest in prayer and rest. The mana that was meant to protect her during the process sustained, but it would be a lie if she did not admit that she could feel the vibrations humming against the barrier. Everything was lightly tapping, just a small thump thump, faint enough for it to not cause concern, but one enough for those who are sensitive to how mana flowed around them to notice. This was normal, since this would not be the first time the former princess had made use of the path.
Seconds pass as she realized the decent took longer than estimated that she felt it. A surge. Not through her, but around her. The pressure around the barrier condensed some, forcing her to brace herself as she could feel her very being move away from her intended course. Someone, or something caught her, and was having to pull her to them. Golden eyes shut tight, hands clasped in prayer, she waited for it all to pass. But with each second that moved onward, the more she felt the change in her this time. Peeling.. peeling something away.. but what? She did not know other than the one clue being that something in her chest felt sore, leaving her fatigued as a whole. And yet, there was nothing she could do. The child knew if she used any form of magic now, she might as well sign her death warrant. For now, she was left little choice but to sleep, and pray…
It felt more of an eternity before golden yellow eyes finally flutter open, hazed with sleep and tiredness, muscles sore from the lack of use. And yet, here she stood. On her own two feet, despite how her vision was swimming, blurring as she was slowly getting accustomed to her new surroundings. That is when she noticed a head of orange-red hair and turned her gaze to that, since words could be heard from that direction.
“Ah, you must be Caster. It’s nice to meet you. Welcome to Chaldea. I’m your Master, Ritsuka.”
What was first jarring to the pale haired girl, was that she had understood each word in terms of hearing them.
Chaldea? Did.. that mean she did it? She was on another world now? Then– Wait… Caster? Master? That last part did not settle well in the girl’s tired mind. She was no one’s servant. Never was. Still.. she was called here. Summoned. That was why her teleportation was not only disrupted, but hijacked as well. There had to be a reason for it. And for better or for worse, the other needed help for some reason, and the small former princess would see that through. After that though, she hoped, she could live a more peaceful, quiet life.
“It is a pleasure to meet you.. I am Divinity Taini.. I am not sure why you summoned me, but my guess is you need help. And I will assist you in all that I can.” Divinity spoke up, her voice soft, quiet, almost unsure if this was all a good idea. But she was already set on this path. There was no going back. So, with a small, gentle smile, the small girl holds out her right hand. Offering a handshake. Ritsuka.. she will have to carve that name in to memory.
What’s this? Someone’s quietly singing to herself, and cursing when the words don’t come out like she wants or the tone isn’t how she thinks. Soon enough she sighs quietly.
“I’m no F’lhaminn, why did I think this was a good idea…”
It is the singing that catches the attention of a certain mage, curiosity pulling her closer to her friend, her head tilted slightly to one side at the sigh that was uttered, but said nothing. Not at first. It was not for a few more seconds that she spoke up quietly.
“Azee?” Divinity inquired, it was clear to see that she was in her more winter attire, due to the thick coral pink colored robe she had on, in comparison to her thin white robe and gloves that covers all of her hand instead of just the palm and back and of the hand. There was still a hairpin with only a few gems in her hair that was kept in place by a ribbon and instead of an oak staff, her staff looked more to be white in color, polished and smooth, secured on her person, but not in her hands. It was clear that she had been changing some, little by little.
if i could take your pain away i would i would take it all away from you if that meant you’d be okay.
here’s a question for your soul;
how many times can
a broken thing
b r e a k ?
&& the gods whispered: l e t ’ s s e e , s h a l l w e ?
