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How curious.

Blue eyes had fluttered open, revealing an unfamiliar surrounding. Slowly getting to her feet, Fiametta dusted her dress off some, though her curiosity got the better of her as she looked around. Where was this? Her memory failed to tell her where she was or how she got there. No, that wasn't entirely true, there was this light...but beyond that she had either forgotten or couldn't quite grasp an understanding of what had happened. She [I]did[/I] remember her father's spear being driven through her chest, and her hands flew up to the spot in response. No hole, no blood, she seemed fine. Well, not fine, there were eerie magics at work, things beyond her understanding and knowledge. This place seemed disconnected from the one she was used to, though she figured standing around wasn't going to do much for her. Did she accidentally burn the village down? No, she would've remembered. Maybe. Hopefully.

Not too far away was a group of people she did not recognize. She approached them rather cautiously, although the paladin with hair as red as her dress looked familiar somehow. As she spoke and introduced herself, the name definitely rang a bell. "[color=red]Of Igros?[/color]" She found herself asking. "[color=red]My husband knows of you. I am Fiametta Teralyn of Vertouhi.[/color]"