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[Phone Call to Porom]

[After that phone call, Ursula departs the infirmary. She's tired of resting in bed, waiting to recover the rest of her strength. Stubborn as ever, the princess slips out of the castle and heads into town. She'll begin doing some stretches and then some practice moves, determined not to neglect her training.

White mage folks and others are still welcome to nag, of course.]

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Hello?

[petalwhirlwind.livejournal.com]

Porom! It's me.

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Ursula! You're well, then?

[petalwhirlwind.livejournal.com]

Well enough to be outside!

[Mostly. Leonora may or may not disagree.]

Most of it was just exhaustion, really. That's what I get for arriving in this world without my supplies.

[dualcast]

Oh, thank goodness. Are you in Narshe? Is to too cold? Are you wrapped up?

Well, I doubt you chose to come back here so unprepared any more than I chose to return to a place without magic. I'm glad you're on the mend.

[petalwhirlwind.livejournal.com]

No, I'm still in Troia. It seems Narshe's old governor has returned. I'm glad someone was able to help the town while I was away.

[It makes not sense to feel guilty for something she can't help...and yet, part of her does, anyway.]

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Still, we're all glad to see you back-

[She pauses there, realizing how ridiculous it is to be glad that someone's been torn away from their home. She's been in Gaia too long already, if she's happy about that kind of thing.]

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[It's okay, Ursula knows what she means.]

Porom...I still don't remember everything about Gaia and what happened here, but I recall what we did. It happened for me, too.

[dualcast]

It was the same for me when I first arrived. My recollection of Gaia was- still very hazy for a few days afterwards. I remembered people first, before anything else, and places last.

You fought it too, then. ...I'm- certainly glad it's out of the way. It was exhausting.

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[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

[Nag? Ceodore? Not likely. Although he is confused when he realizes that Ursula's not where he thought she'd be. It doesn't take him long to chat up a few people in town and find out where she's made herself scarce to.

Training? After what she'd been through?]

Hey.

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[Ursula pauses, glancing back upon hearing Ceodore's voice...and then behind him to see if Rosa has followed. The Queen of Baron is a lovely woman, but Ursula doesn't want to return to bed.]

It's just you, right?

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Just me.

[He looks over his shoulder, then back, and grins. He knows all too well what that was about. His mother's a fretful worrywort and everyone knows it.]

You okay?

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[She nods, maybe slightly more pale and stiff than usual, but that's all.]

I'm fine...thanks to you and the others. I tried to last as long as I could, but....

[No exit or restoratives meant Ursula didn't have much of a chance. At some point, trail of dead monsters or not, she would fall--and did.]

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[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

I was impressed. You were incredible. N-not that you aren't normally, but uh...

[He's still not sure what if anything she remembers. For his part, it bothers him that being home meant forgetting Gaia and privately nursing a crush, only to go home to Baron and get on with life.]

Glad you're back.

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[Ursula smiles and moves to stand before him.]

Me, too.

Want to go for a walk?

[Because she doesn't think anyone is watching or listening...but some conversations should still be private.]

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[lunarianlegacy.livejournal.com]

Sure.

[Ceodore holds out an arm for the taking. No reason to forget his manners.]

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[And she takes it, of course. The princess glances away from town, keeping in mind that current train of thought.]

Let's get out of town for a while. I promise I'll take it easy.

[...for her standards, anyway.]

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[Reis is mincing her way through town, running errands when an unusual sight catches her eye. What looks like a female monk running through training exercises. It's been so long since she's seen one first hand, she steps closer to watch. There's something soothing about seeing each form executed with precision and grace.]

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[Ursula notices something out of the corner of her eye but doesn't stop until she's done with her set. If she stopped every time someone glanced her way, she'd never get anything done.

Once she is finished, though, Ursula turns and smiles, bowing her head.]

Good morning.

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Forgive me, I did not mean to keep you from your practice. I only wished to observe.

[petalwhirlwind.livejournal.com]

[Ursula shrugs.]

It's fine. I could probably use a break, anyhow.

[She peers at the woman thoughtfully.]

I know I've seen you around town, but I can't recall your name...?

[dragoncursed.livejournal.com]

Reis. I am Reis Duelar. It surprises me that you've taken notice. I did not think many were aware of my presence.

[She's a touch uncomfortable at having been noticed, but then she is always skittish around Humes with whom she is not well acquainted.]

[petalwhirlwind.livejournal.com]

I don't see why not. You hang around Kain's dragon, right?

[Mindful of her own manners, Ursula nods politely.]

I'm Ursula Leiden, Princess of Fabul...though I don't suppose that matters anymore.

[She could do without titles, but losing her home, her family...that's what really hurt, and she can't quite hide it no matter how she might try.]

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[Reis quietly corrects the princess, mild but informative nonetheless.] One does not own a dragon, Your Highness. She has chosen him as a Hume to bond with.

[And just like with any of the other royals she's encountered in her stay in Gaia, she drops into a kneel until she's given permission to get up. Anything less where she is from is the fastest route to a beheading.]

If you will forgive me, why should that not matter?

[petalwhirlwind.livejournal.com]

[Ursula blinks, confused.]

Because I'm not going home, I can't be Fabul's heir--please, you don't have to kneel.