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“You look a little lost, can I be of assistance?” (Rowyn)

“I’m not lost, I’ve...merely chosen the wrong path.  Over and over.  ...In other words, yes, you would be of great help.”

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“Cyn, if we aren’t lost, do you want to dexplain why we’ve seen the same clearing four times in a row now?  You can even see the marks we made just in case of something like this.”

"Uh, I think I'm lost." ((Hello cam I return on this blog somehow))

“Becky, we’re not lost.”

“We’re just…differently located, that’s all.”

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Giving Cynthia a sad smile, Rebecca sat up, keeping her gaze skyward.  Her voice a quiet mumble, she responded, “It’s alright, Cyn.  It’s not your fault.  I never told you, did I?

“I’d be honored if you let me in.  Just don’t let the past get to you, alright?”

“Oh.” Cynthia said guiltily. That…wasn’t quite what she’d anticipated hearing as an answer. “Uh - I’m really sorry, Rebecca. I didn’t think it through…”

“Do…do you want to come anyway? The entrance was, uh, never really part of the deal…”

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“Oh my, how the mighty have fallen.  Going so low as to insult me now, brother?  I’m wounded!  How will I ever recover?”  Smirking, her reply was laden with steel.  “Luci tells me that your screams are musical.”

◤ ♔ ◥                 ❝ Well, I think the fact that I look good, and I don’t have a bowl cut would be a great start. ❞

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“Nero, Nero, Nero.  Jealousy is unbecoming, don’t you know?  Why would I be jealous?  You’re enjoying your life as I enjoy mine.  What is there to be jealous of?”

◤ ♔ ◥                 ❝ Maybe you shouldn’t be listening to your brothers activities huh. Jealous you can’t get something, are you? ❞

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“Oh?  Have I said something I shouldn’t have?  My apologies, dear brother!  It’s not like I haven’t heard your activities.  You’re quite loud when you want to be.”

◤ ♔ ◥                 ❝ M-my what now? You see nothing, this is a choker. GET OUT! ❞

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“As much as we tend to disagree, brother, I do think you’re right.  A new one is in order.  I’m curious to see what your lovely lady thinks.”

◤ ♔ ◥                 ❝ It’s tight, and it itches. I deserve a new one… ❞

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Grasping her gimped arm at the shoulder, Rebecca gave a small smile to Cynthia.  Sitting down on the grass, she motioned for Cynthia to sit next to her.  “Cyn, remember when I broke my arm?  I never told your or Owain how I did it, did I?“

Laying down in the grass, she stared at the sky, picking out various shapes in the clouds as she had done so often as a small child.  Taking a deep breath, she continued in a wistful tone.  “It was after I started to fit in with most of the others.  You and Owain looked like you were having so much fun, and I thought that if I had a cool entrance like you guys did, it would all work out.  One time during my various practice sessions, I...slipped, from a tree branch and landed poorly.  The rest is as you know.“

“Oh come on, what’s the worst that it could be?” Cynthia asked, pushing Ajax aside when he tried to get nosy with the other girl. “Come on, we’re nice enough, aren’t we?”

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Freezing as she heard Cynthia’s voice, Rebecca slowly turned towards her, a forlorn smile on her face.  She’d been hiding it for so long, but she supposed it was only a matter of time before one of them had decided to ask.

“It’s a...personal, and mostly stupid, reason to be sure.  Are you sure you want to hear it, Cyn?”

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“So, Becky…”

“How come you keep trying to fit in all the time, yet never try to hang out with me or Owain? We don’t really care about what you’re like much. Unless you’re a secret supervillain like Severa.”

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“Dearest brother, does this mean you don’t desire my company?  You wound me!  Oh how will I ever recover?”

[  ♔  ]       “I don’t need friends, I need Griffons.”

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"Oh, nothing too serious.  Just that you were valiant, brave, and a bit stubborn.  Oh, and that your temper is legendary and should be feared!  Brady tells such wonderful stories."

"Oh, uhm, excuse me! Would you happen to be Lady Maribelle of Themis? I've heard many things from my friend!"

       ”Indeed, that is my name and title. If I may, what ‘things’ have you heard, and from whom?”

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Rebecca awoke with a start, nearly colliding her forehead with her mother's.  It was that dream again.  Everything was burning, screams everywhere, crows circling that damned battlefield where her mother and father-

She dove back into her pillow, muffling a scream as to not wake the entire camp.  She hated it.  Hated it all.  Why her?  Why torment her with these painful memories every night?  She didn't deserve this!  All she had wanted was to reunite with her family and to live a happy life.

Tears streaming down her face, Rebecca clung to her mother with her good arm.  In a tiny voice, she wept, "Please mother, don't go.  Not again, I can't afford to lose you again."

"No, no! Please. Please! Please don't leave me."

[  ♕  ]        ”Rebecca," Fionn said calmly, with a hand shaking the sleeping girls shoulder to wake her from her dream. "It’s okay, you’re okay now…”

  If there was one thing she didn’t want her kids plagued with, it was the nightmares. Both she and Willard suffered them, her to the point where she could no longer sleep. She hoped that her kids would be free from that, but that didn’t seem to be the case.

  But Nero was far more violent than his twin was.

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Rebecca flinched as Connor's words spewed forth.  She'd been found out, and in record time no less.  She knew he was a clever man, and that perhaps she'd been a touch too obvious, but this was surprisingly fast.

Forcing an awkward smile, she simply shook her head, waving off his suggestion with her good arm.  Her tone just as cheery as before, she replied, "No, no!  That won't be necessary.  I just assumed he would have been with you.  I heard many a tale of you from Willard," it felt so strange calling her father by his first name, "and that you two frequently spent time together as good friends and comrades.  Do forgive me if I'm mistaken."

The man she knew as 'Uncle Connor' in that damned time was a different sort from this man.  Age had given him more wisdom and a kinder tongue, but even now she could see the flickers of kindness in his eyes that she so fondly remembered.  Reaching inside her jacket, she clutched the locket her father had given her.  It had a picture of her family, along with some family friends, including Connor.  One day, she hoped to recreate that scene, without a disaster looming in the future. 

"Do forgive me for asking so abruptly, but I realize now I have no place to stay the night.  Are there any places you could recommend here, Sir Connor?"

        Connor’s head tilted from right to left, as various thoughts started to place themselves onto memories in his mind. Then, like keys upon the strings of a harpischord, they started to resonate.

        The woman used choice keywords to describe only one person he knew all too well, and clearly wasted no time in her search; lest his wit failed him, she was without doubt, a child of the future.

        The only business a whelp from a fallen time would have with ghosts of the past is obviously, to reunite with the ones they’ve once lost, and the ghost the woman before him sought was…

        “I haven’t seen Willard around in weeks, but when he comes around, I’ll tell him you’re looking to see him.” Connor said, with a light shrug of his shoulders. Absolute certainty was never a word he lived by, and while doubt still settled in his joints, there was some comfort in knowing that only the ones close to Willard would adopt his terrible sense of fashion.

        ”That’s if, of course, you’re looking to tell him yourself.”

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"Mother, I was trying to be cordial with my friends and then you suddenly started regaling them with select stories of my childhood.  What child wouldn't talk back in this situation?"

"Motheeeerrr! I thought I told you not to embarrass me in public like that!"

[  ♕  ]        ”Rebecca, I told you not to talk back to me. I can embarrass you whenever I want.”

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"Haaaappy thoooouuuggghhhhtts....I like cats...Cats are good...they're fluffy and cuddly and they keep them awaaaaayyy...."

" Becky, Becky! .. I’m sorry I went too far didn’t I? Uhh.. do you want a pegasus ride or something? I’ll hang on real tight so you don’t fall off! “ 

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"Cyyyyyynnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn-Please don't.  Idon'twannameetacrowpleasenononononono stooooooooooooooop."

" I bet you just haven’t met the right crow yet! Did I ever introduce you to Party Hat? Did you know that a group of crows is called a murder?  "