#muse lucina

[edrunoch]

Lucina, though quite the battle-hardened young woman, still has nightmares about the hordes of Risen that awoke when Grima was resurrected. She still remembers when she was almost killed by the Fell Dragon, and to this day, though it has been defeated, her fear of it lives on. She's not comfortable with visiting the Castle Plegia due to the massive skull that resides there, as it reminds her of her ordeal and all the sacrifices that were made and the pain of the war against Grima.

[edrunoch]

"Ricken! You must not fall!"

That's... the tenth time today.

[edrunoch]

"When a comrade falls in battle... We remember.

Our ties are what make this army what it is.

Naga forbid we ever forget them."

[edrunoch]

Lucina has a unique sense of fashion, even by her world's standards. She tends to pick out whatever stands out to her, seeing that as an indicator of quality and style.

She tried to get her mother to wear those clothes, and failed rather miserably.

[edrunoch]

A device meant to travel between worlds and dimensions-- something incredible, and something dangerous.

Yet here she found herself using it, no longer wishing to remain on her home continent. She wished to see what other worlds had to offer. To see what the people were like elsewhere.

As she stepped into the Outrealm gate, she closed her eyes. The princess was struck by the sensation of falling, falling endlessly, and suppressed the urge to scream. When her feet found solid ground, she wobbled slightly, still trying to shake off the sensation of plummeting into a void.

She stood in the middle of a sidewalk in the shadows of many large buildings, now relatively empty as night fell. A few stopped to stare at her, but most were too busy to pay attention to the one who had suddenly dropped out of the sky. She shivered-- it was frigid compared to Ylisse's fair weather.

It appears that I have gotten what I wanted-- now where am I?