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[friendofspirits]

[The image in the locket shows a disheveled and disturbed looking Deedlit. There is a quiet murmur of people in the background and the surroundings seem to be that of the infirmary.]

I feel as though I've been trampled by horses...How long as I asleep?

[Deedlit looks away from the locket for a moment as one of the fairies buzz by her ear, whispering something as they pass by. The look of shock that follows on her face is unmistakable and she jolts up to her feet only to feel her legs giving out, forcing her back to a sit.]

A month?! I've been asleep for an entire month?!

[She glances back to the locket then, a frown taking hold of her lips.]

...What in the world did I miss?

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[lightcatcher]

[While the message does not show his surroundings as it is voice, keen ears can hear the sounds of hooves on ground and other noise indicative of travelling in the background. The lack of visual feed is much a result of that.

She seems strange to him, at the brief glance that he caught of her; as one of the Quendi yet changed, or one who has never been alike, if sundered by space or time or yet another cause, he cannot know.]

For what reason was it that you slept? [Many reasons are possible, yet he would not be surprised to hear that it was by the force of a monarch.]

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[friendofspirits]

[She listens to the voice, tilting her head just a little in curiousity. She didn't recognize his voice from anywhere. Was he new to that place? Had she been asleep that long?]

I'm not even sure. One moment I was walking around, then the next I woke up here.

[A quiet sigh follows as she turns her gaze off to the side, trying to work some of the soreness from her free arm by moving it around.]

It must have been the leaders of this place.

[lightcatcher]

Leaders of which place?

[It's almost automatic, a reply that would be made even if it was not truly of interest to him - which it most certainly is. Raising seven children to, among many other things, be able to precisely describe and report, grasp the essentials and be conclusive in their words, has left trails in his mind that are easily followed when he does not watch or care for where his feet step.]

[friendofspirits]

Ah, I'm sorry. The rulers of Caer Glaem.

[She can't help but smile a little bit, sheepishly. She sometimes forgot that not everyone would know where she was from. It seems that she is still adjusting to being in a different world even after being asleep for a month.]

I wish they wouldn't have left me there so long. I'm incredibly sore now.

[lightcatcher]

There seems to be little difference between the rulers of the castles in their treatment of us.

[friendofspirits]

Hm...That's a little worrying if it's true.

[lightcatcher]

There is nothing which would suggest it to be untrue.