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

skill: [none]

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She felt bad for him, so clearly confused and befuddled about everything that was happening. She began to realize, quite quickly and intuitively, that he was one of the recently transported. One of the dearlty departed, having only just been wrested from their accustomed life and thrown into one of strangeness and obscurity. It was now a rather easy conclusion to come to, as everyone she came across had one of two origin stories: they had been born here (like she), or they had awoken.

Though she hadn’t met many of the latter group, being as secluded within Dawnbreak and her familiar ties as she was, she knew they were out there, and she knew they numbered many.

Her suspicions were immediately confirmed when he explained that Wolf was his name. Actually, it was more than that – he didn’t have a name. Like a baby, newborn and fresh and nameless. How strange. Euphemia hoped he wouldn’t feel judged, because it was strange, no? Is everything else just… blank, too? she easily assumed. He seemed quite oblivious, and Euphemia felt less and less certain that he was a member of Dawnbreak and not a stranger who had stumbled into their lands in a fugue state.

Still, he seemed quite harmless. If the worse he was going to do was manically fill the caches of a strange pack, then why not let the poor son of a bitch contribute. She felt bolstered by the fact that her pack was a call away, if it turned out she needed help. That security afforded her the ability to smile and softly give her own proper name. I’m Euphemia, the maiden explained simply, hoping it didn’t feel like she was trying to show off or anything.

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