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[prinsects]

If I might ask, has anyone ever tried requesting the return of a lost loved one as a boon of our fairy hosts?

I do fail to see any reason why they cannot do their precious guests the favor of so much as trying.

[It sounds neatly closed for a few moments. And then Alexia goes back in, as a lazy afterthought.]

While thinking over what I might like from home, if ever I had the occasion to request a token, I merely found myself puzzling over the rules our requests are to adhere to.

[She doesn't sound bitter, no - or really upset, not at all; it isn't really fair to be exasperated when one doesn't know the supposed reasoning, after all, and, well, she hasn't tried and thereby gotten an immediately exasperating response. Peering on the edge of scrutinizing the fact, on the other hand...]

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[aphrodisiacs]

[ it's a question she's asked herself on numerous occasions, but alisha knows the answer without needing the monarchs to explain it to her. her voice is soft, if a little sad. ] Seems too good to be true, yeah? [ alisha had wanted to ask for simon, but thought that the monarchs would laugh in her face, and perhaps gift her with nothing at all. instead, she'd opted for a possession that had been of significance to the both of them. it's easier, if they were to decline that request. ] Figured they'd come in messed up. Maybe with amnesia or some shit that makes them forget you. Good things don't happen to those who ask.

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[prinsects]

I do believe I'd rather my brother was without any memory of me than dead. He wouldn't resist being taught who I am again.

[Without a hint of sentimentality; the conviction she has in it is as factual. And some of the conviction is injected as a little extra press - madame, why go sounding as if you want to be defeatist about it?]

True enough, however. You cannot trust you'll have anything exactly the way you'd want it unless you've found how to obtain it yourself.

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[aphrodisiacs]

[ life sucks etc. alisha's a dark, moody cloud. for a girl who had fought for her stupid boyfriend against his desire to be completely and utterly dumb about the future, she sure seems to have had that fighting bite sucked from her the moment she had wound up dead on the community centre floor. the conviction in the voice isn't lost on alisha. it hits her as a tidal wave would. she isn't sure why, though. it's as though she's become lost in the sea, ready to give up, not prepared to stand up and fight — no matter how literally or figuratively. ]

[ despite the words to follow, her tone is curious and soft. ] You'd really prefer to spend all that time making him relearn who you are? [ it sounds kind of depressing, doesn't it? considering people come and go as quickly as blinking, it seems like a waste of time, to use a boon on someone who doesn't even remember who you are. ]