[she doesn't know that the world is turning just for her]

skill: [none]

Euphemia was enthralled. There was no part of her that wondered if this was a dream. Euphemia was well-versed in alternate realities, and knew that the limits of the universe were far beyond the limits of her own mortal mind. Before this moment, Euphemia had never known the snow to fall so softly, and she had never known snow to glow; but here it was, clearing away any doubt that this was ever not possible!

who was she to question it evermore?
what would be the point?

She could scarcely feel her paws touch the ground. She felt as light as the snow and the petals that gently stirred around her, not only lithe in body but effervescent in mind. The entire scene created a miasma for her that pulled her forth, as if riding upon an undulating cloud. The silver ophelia spared no thought for what lay at the end of the path, or if she would ever return home once more. If this was the path of the fae to lead her into other words, then so be it! Euphemia would be a fairy if so needed, just as she filled her duty here in the Vale, she would do it there –

It was only then that Euphemia realized she was not alone. His voice rolled out behind her like the tide itself, somehow evading the glowing flurries to come lap at her heels. It brought a simper and a smile to her maw, whereas in any other situation, the maiden might have felt put at ill-ease being followed but a strange, briny seaman. Phia permitted herself to frolic a moment longer (lest the spectacle disappear as quickly as it had come), but she slowed down, turned around in a motion that resembled a pirouette,

and then she gazed upon the speaker, whose image was obscured by the many falling flurries.

Hello? the maiden echoed, unintentionally mirroring his own words, shifting her weight between her front limbs as she waited, for he appeared to be coming closer.

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