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

skill: [none]

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Euphemia moved naught a muscle as he moved closer, his movements as smooth as beads of mercury pooling here, then there, until he moved no more. In moments like these, it was a difficult internal battle regarding what she should pay attention to. The unseasonable snow (as if there was ever a season for heart shaped, glowing snowflakes) or the entirely new milieu, or the man who strode closer. It all fought so fiercely to be the sole subject of her thoughts and curiosities,

so Euphemia did her best to keep her attention loose, gaze easy, and mind clear. She might have been in danger, and the maiden would have been the most willing victim to whatever was destined to befall her. It was not her usual experience to be so passive, but it came easy to her in this moment. Maybe it was her innate understanding of how fleeting something like this was, even if it was only a just dream. She also understood the ego’s own tendency to ruin anything good and wonderful, and like hell Euphemia was going to fritter away this dream world –

she wouldn’t dare let it turn into a nightmare.

Before her stood a handsome man with the gravitas of a creature far grander than he, or she, or they together. It felt, truly, like anything might be possible. Perhaps she could fly, if she tried hard enough! Or maybe she could speak to the dead, rouse her parents from their slumbers, and commune with them. She wondered if she might be able to lay hands upon another and heal them like the doctors in her books could.

Even if these things were possible (and maybe they were, if she tried! Just try!) it was a clear decision of hers not to pursue them. For in the world of glowing snow and endless, magically unfurling trails, there was him. A thing that, for all appearances, was living and breathing. Just as she was.

No, she chirped. Logical thought would lead her to believe she was just outside of Frostfang Vale somehow, but her intuitive mind was overwhelmingly certain that was not true. Have you ever seen such a thing? she then asked, a natural continuation of his line of inquiry. It’s as if… as if the snow was aflame… the maiden grappled for words to describe it, failing miserably to capture its wonder.

but, how could that be?

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