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[color=deepskyblue][i]'Mmmmngh... No, mother, please... F-father...'[/i][/color]

[color=deepskyblue]"AAAAAHHH!"[/color] 

Emile thrusts herself up and accidentally finds her face at the floor. Due to her twisting and turning of a nightmare, she couldn't stay in bed, and fell out. Though she doesn't recollect why, the throbbing pain in her head is distraction enough to make her want some ice. [color=deepskyblue]"Owww..."[/color] Mutters the young woman as tears begin to form in her eyes. She didn't like pain, and couldn't understand how some people could thrive off of it. Things like this were perfectly good examples of why she wasn't a fan of action or violence...

Untangling herself from the mess of damp bed sheets and blankets, Emile manages to get up, albeit by dragging herself to her feet, requiring great effort. Her ocean-blue eyes scan the bedroom: unfamiliar. Though she felt she couldn't remember a whole lot, certain things came to be familiar to her, though apparently this bedroom wasn't such a thing. She notes how lucky she is to have avoided one of the nightstands on either side of the bed, before noticing the bland, though pretty, room wasn't as barren as she initially thought. There, sitting on the desk opposite the bed, sits a note; simple, short, and in handwriting she didn't recognize. Though it did trigger a thought:

[color=deepskyblue][i]'Ted- I mean Grian, Grian.'[/i][/color]

Following the note's directions, Emile exits the guest room in which she's sleeping in, looking about the current hall she's presently in. She had to admit that the place looks a lot more grand than she would have thought from her giant Teddy. It takes but a quick glance to identify the stairs, and she hastily makes her way toward them and descends, thanking the gods she doesn't feel dizzy, but using the guardrail, just in case. It opens up to a dining hall with a long table at it's center, once again looking quite regal. [color=deepskyblue]"I never thought Grian would have such pleasantries..."[/color] She murmurs, before looking around and calling to her newly-found friend. [color=deepskyblue]"Um, hello...? Grian?"[/color]