in the darkness, she senses a presence of curiosity, of malicious intent, but, most of all, the presence of apathy. this leads her to conclude that her captors cared not of her standing or of any repercussions of her actions. their apathy towards her situation, she admits, is contagious, and soon she finds herself without a care in the world.
lights of cerulean blue flicker before her, and she winces in her seat. she hadn`t noticed when her captors had left the room, but the dancing image of a man clad in white allows her to imagine what they would have looked like. tentatively, her hand reaches forward and is met by a barrier. by some sort of magic, this man projected his image onto this square device. she isn`t left with much time to ponder upon its mechanics; as soon as the screen goes back to darkness, she is forced out onto the streets. with an audible gasp, she lands on her hands on feet with nothing to break her fall.
for a few moments, the maiden lays there, strands of silver covering her face. then, she tilts her face upward and takes the surroundings all in. tall structures, with seemingly nothing separating the inside from the out. micaiah imagines, with a morbid curiosity, if falling from these great heights were common. she pushes herself off from the ground and stands.
it wasn`t her first time being spirited away into another world, but this is unlike anything she`d encountered before. once again, she`s lost in a city she doesn`t belong in, and the brand she finally mustered the courage to parade leaves a burning reminder of her treatment before. in a self-conscious manner, she covers the back of her right hand as she approaches the friendliest face she could find.
"excuse me," she begins, her voice soft as to not forcibly demand this person`s attention, but to plead for it. "do you happen to know where we are?"
Desire propels people forward. That’s how it’s been since the beginning of your kind. You hope, take, give, kill, struggle… And that’s all right. You should want. You should strive to fill that want. You should challenge your fates. When all else fails, you can still die fighting.
a distant echo had seduced her into the arms of a stranger, of a mother she`d never seen the face of. the face remained a mystery still; the figure cradling the queen of daein had a face draped in a veil and shined so bright she couldn`t look directly up. and this was fine. the veiled woman promised companionship, promised to never leave her alone. micaiah, the 15th queen of daein, had ushered her country to new prosperity at the cost of the close bonds she had with her companions. this propositions was more than fine.
the woman`s voice, an echo still despite her proximity, bid an abrupt farewell that took micaiah a few moments to register before tilting her head upwards. with parted lips full of question, her inquiries were returned with silence. perhaps the veiled woman was smiling back, perhaps she was looking elsewhere completely. when micaiah heard a faint whisper of a reply at long last, she`d awoken from her slumber. it was all merely a dream.
finally the girl began to stir. cold sweat had clung onto her skin. who knew how long she`d been laying there on the ground? as consciousness brought her back to earth, the silver-haired maiden pushed herself off the ground into a sitting position. her eyes fluttered open, focusing on the colors and images around her.
this wasn`t her room in the castle. this wasn`t daein at all! surrounded by a sea of foliage, the sun filtered through the screen above her, casting a spectacle of lights over micaiah`s confused face.
When I was walking back from the market along with a bag of items for today’s dinner as well as all the items needed for healing purposes in a mission I heard a soft and low sound very familiar to me. Thinking it was a laguz I quickly turned so I could judge if enemy as soon a possible. I thought I was being placed under an illusion when I didn’t see anything from my naked eyes, but hearing the soft sound. That was until I looked down and saw he small kitty keeping meowing at me as its tells moved from west to east; it was a brownish cat with brown eyes.
As soon as I judge the situation and I went back on my path and kept walking. However, the sound was at its same pitch and tone; the cat was following me.
“Stay!” I told him, or her when I turned again. It did do what I told them, but as soon as I kept walking they walked as well.
it was an awkward place for micaiah to be seen roaming around to say the least. why would the queen of daein be in a market place when she could just as easily send someone to fetch the items requested for her? it was only upon her insistence that she was alone in public. every once in a while, the queen of daein needed to break off from royalty to go back to her roots.
upon chance, a familiar tone made itself heard. with a wave of nostalgia crashing onto her entire being, her golden eyes widened as she searched her surroundings for the source—and found it moments later. with her heart almost leaping out of her chest, micaiah took a few steps towards the tactician until they were within a closer proximity.
"soren?" she asked quizzically, head tilting a few degrees to the side. "is that you?"
Sun held high above the gusts of wind that caressed the courtyard, a single dew drop fell atop a certain general’s head. Startled, he made his way up off the bed of grass he dozed on and let out a slight yawn. “AAAARERRRRGGHHHHHHHHHHHH ahhhhhhhh…. good morning my sweetest Ragnell. It seems we are going to be graced with a guest at the palace today. Yes, a guest that you know very well.”
Ike, having noticed a familiar silhouette from beaming off the sun that bathed her delicate figure, decided to pay a visit to the halls of the Crimean Royal Palace and find his fair maiden once more. Disappearing from the eyes of the gardeners and maids, Ike made his way toward his Lady Micaiah. The Queen of Daein.
the afternoon sun warmed the bare skin of her shoulders. crimean keep had a wonderful courtyard full of arches that would obscure the main garden from sunlight at any other time, but the sun was positioned just right, allowing the splash of color to show off its vibrancy. shoulders raised as she inhaled the scent and a smile graced her lips. just like its queen, the keep was beautifully welcoming.
there was a stir off to the right of her that resulted in the queen of daein tilting her head towards its source. instantly her vision took in the superfluous amount of regal blue and dark red. the colors complimented themselves in a familiar fashion and micaiah recognized the man with just that single glance.
"general ike," she greeted formally, her head tilting forward in a bow. "i wasn`t expecting to see you here as well!"