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Junna · 8/2/2026, 7:14 PM

The voice of another might not have startled her as much as it did had she truly been lost in the fluidity of her works. Flowers and herbs alike cascaded in a gentle fall across green grass as shoulders jutted inward and her head swept like a shot across her shoulder. She had not known she wasn't alone, had not known that any inhabited these lands, much less owned them. Least of all, talking animals. Nevertheless, Junna had a job to do.

In the midst of gathering them close again, not taking—not yet—but properly laying them so they didn't become a mess of crumpled petals and torn leaves, Junna regarded her with a careful gaze. Wary, cautious, and curious. Dynasty? She managed to murmur out, more to herself than the woman. Where had her parents sold her to? Who had they sold her to if these were not the lands which she was meant to be?

I am Junna Nagase. My duty as a forager and a herbalist has, it seems, extended to this land as much as it had my own. I seek to help, to tend to your wounded, to create tonics meant to heal. Her brows furrowed, but there was a kindness in her words, an understanding as she explained. I cannot seek these things with rotten leaves and carcasses. Surely, she must understand. That even if Junna did not, she was instructed to be here. There was no mistake.

None that Junna would admit, and neither her parents. More than that, there was no way to rectify what very well might be a horrible mistake. She was stuck here, determined with arms yet to be full of weeds and herbs alike. Are you not in need of this? Desperation leeched into her voice, shame and disappointment ravaging through her bones like something starved. To be sent away...what worth would she have then? The Nagase healers did not get rejected. They were sought out, sold like cattle to the highest bidder.

If not her own, what world had she fallen into?

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