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does she bleed the same? ( pre-cataclysm )

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[ they call her "princess".

if she were to be asked, she'd rather be called anything but. whatever lineage, bloodline, dynasty she used to belong to has already turned into ashes, forgotten in the annals of time and space. whatever their reason for calling her a royal escapes like an errant, wandering cat. right now, she is simply a traveler—or at least, that was what she once was before she and her brother were summoned by this world, a world they thought they had selected from the multitude of stars that evening some time ago.

if she had let aether select the star that night, would they have found themselves in this world? she doesn't know nor does she want to ponder on it for too long. all she knows is that this world, this nation, these people seem to want something from her, from them.

what it is, she's yet to find out.

in the meantime, she's allowed to explore as she pleases, travel as she so chooses. they're amicable, at least, polite and courteous and obliging of her every need. the joy in their expressions when they see her seems to be genuine and sincere, and they're more than willing to help look after her brother while he sleeps. a potential home on the surface, but that will require aether's input before she decides.

now, if only she stops getting lost in their palace.

their royal mage had advised her to wait for her escort; he'll come soon, he tells her. but she's been idle for too long that she can't help but look around and see what khaenri'ah has to offer. ]

Maybe if they gave me a map of their palace, I wouldn't need an escort ...