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Her vision slowly faded. No healing technique would be able to heal a wound so deep. Nor was there any time left for this little princess. Elise uttered her last dying wish. Hoping that the fighting would cease. After all, she went as far as to risk her life for the cause.

It was pitch black now. At first she was afraid, but now she could feel a subtle warm enveloping her. How nice. Even though the dark can be a little scary. She believed she was going to be put to rest. Eternally. A small ball of light was growing. The lost soul didn’t understand. Is this the entry way to the skies ? Unaware of where she was in the dark, she marched forward. Or, more so, floated forward.

The source of light suddenly grew closer. Eventually blinding her the way the darkness once enveloped her. She could hear distant sobbing. But more importantly, she was floating in the presence of one of light-pink red hair. More importantly, one of the princess of Hoshido. Elise made a pout. “ No ! Don’t be sad ! ” Wait -- I’m alive ?

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{ Cherry Blossom Princess }{ Texts from Brynhildr }

It was laughable for an adult to get lost in a place as small as a Deeprealm: hopefully those who were fully grown had enough common sense to make sense of the small pockets in the astral plane, or at least enough to mentally map out a singular Deeprealm. A child getting lost in there, however, was another story entirely. Without that sense of direction to guide one and small legs to carry them, it was much harder for one to find their way back.

That was the situation in which Forrest had found himself. He hadn’t meant to go far – just a little ways away from the house – but that lack of focus children are known for had carried him much farther than intended, the young boy not having bothered to notice where he was going.

It wasn’t his first time being alone – little ones who had grown up in these places were used to being on their own more often than they might like – but it was his first time being hopelessly lost while also being on his own. The boy had found ways to cope with being lonesome, but not lost. There was no one and almost nothing in sight. Would his caretaker be able to find him? The thought that he might be stuck here forever plagued his mind enough to bring tears to Forrest’s eyes. He wished that he’d brought his sewing supplies to keep him company…

#affectionate-priestess #affectionatepriestess #{ canon } gowns and plushes #(( and in the typical aaron fashion ))#(( i answer this late with a cup of starbucks for compensation ))#(( i was procrastinating like a butthole on making icons oops ))#(( BUT HAVE A TINY FORREST ))#(( i'm guesstimating that he's older than five but not yet in double digits ))#(( don't let the icon choice fool you there's just no canon material of tiny forrest ))

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Leo was confident in his ability to pick apart who each person was (that he knew) at the masquerade, even with all the garish costumes and masks. But as soon as he arrived at the party in his own formal, vampiric-looking attire, he was horribly wrong. So far, he could only pick out Odin and Laslow. Those two were incredibly obvious just from their outward personalities. Everyone else, well...they either weren’t there or Leo had to guess. There was one person, however, who was present at the party that looked all too familiar, so much so that he had to go up and ask.

"Hm...apologies for my intrusion. I thought we might have met somewhere."

It would have been rude to just walk away. He had an image to keep up to the public, even if he was wearing a black-and-gold masquerade mask to cover his face. At Nohrian events such as these, it was imperative to Leo that everyone was enjoying themselves, so as to reflect good upon the royal family.