there wouldn’t be any reason to bear any ill-will towards other victims here, unless of course, they had something to do with the happenings of this wild predicament. i had already sulked and scorned, finally coming to an agreement that, if i were to help myself, i’d need to spend less time letting my anger simmer and boil, and spend more time on the move. my meeting with this particular stranger wasn’t planned, nor had i intentionally followed them. i did notice their weapon, however—another sorry sight. they had stripped us of our weapons, and with that, our pride. my eyebrows were knitted together, face glittered with disgust. my hate was open; obvious. ❝ … my intentions are not what you assume. ❞
i was not about to question the obscurity of her appearance. i had come to realize that not everyone here were human, and however startling and seemingly absurd it was, i wasn’t opposed to how surreal it was. was it childish of me to assume this was a dream? despite having hit myself a number of times for good measure. the pain i felt, both outwardly and inwardly, were real. i motioned to the stranger’s wooden spear; something that looked like a toy; ill-fitting for someone of her stature. she held the aura of importance different from others i had seen. ❝ … my condolences, ❞ i said. ❝ to your weapon. it seems we are in the same circumstance. ❞
AND SO SHE SOFTENS ! Words of reassurance settling upon keen ears. Far from entirely at ease the warrior does manage to lower her weapon when addressed with sympathy. She sensed no pity in his words and thus allowed herself to still, the tension releasing from her whitened knuckles. ❛ Forgive my assumptions, I am wary given the circumstances at hand. ❜ Eyes of deep lilac meet his gaze, sincerity conveyed in a fleeting glance. Battle would always be her first instinct it was in her blood yet there was no need for hostility here. Especially when she felt adrift in this foreign land.
At first she is struck by his attempt to ease her sorrow. Although they be but perfect strangers it was a small act of kindness, one which relieved her heavy heart. ❛ Your words of comfort are much appreciated. ❜ Visibly the Princess brightens yet her regal poise remains. ❛ You have my sympathies as well. I know I was not the only one effected by this displacement. ❜ Another glimpse at the wooden weapon before her eyes focus on the knight yet again. ❛ The loss still feels ... profound But perhaps that is for other reasons entirely. ❜ Being that it was almost as if she had lost her sister once more by having what had been most precious to her in life stolen away.
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