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Little unsure what to post next. Should we introduce the superior now?
Miranda shrugged. "Normally, no," she said. "But we have little else to do as the weeks go by. Be kind of awkward if we suffered in silence the whole time."

Said silence was broken by what sounded like chatter. Up ahead, a group of nights were clustered on the road, looking to be dividing up something between them. One saw their horse approach, and told the other to put the bag away.

"Er," Miranda tried. "I don't suppose those were your friends...are they?"

"My lord," one of them said, trying on a smile. "You're alive...we feared the worst when we dropped you at the shady healer."
Miranda had fallen back into her mind in that silence, mulling over her new found situation. It wasn't until her new companion spoke up that she was pulled back.

"Cornwall, originally," she said softly, resting her chin on his shoulder. "Near what was supposedly Tintagal. It was a nice place, but father didn't much care for his job prospects. He thought...well, it doens't matter I guess.He was wrong anyway."

She let that unpleasant memory go with a sigh, before she lifted her head back up. "How about you?" she asked. "You always did seem new in the circle of Nobles..."
Take all the time you need.
"It's rather simple, really," she said. "I'm sure you have a relative of sorts who likes to spring surprises on you. I'm a friend of his that he sent over seas to look for a possible match. My carriage was attacked by bandits and you helped me out with a quick rescue; explains my disheveled appearance and my current lack of manners."

The best lies were often the easiest of ones. They went over another bump, making her jump slightly.

"Unless you had a better idea," she offered, voice neutral. "I'm all ears to that."
"Not like I have extensive options," she shrugged, holding onto the two soldiers. "As long as I get some help of some kind, I'll be fine."

That said and done, they lead the red-head out of the room. As she was taken to the hospital wagon, more of the privates began to scan the contents of the room. They found some basic alchemy books, some more advanced ones, and a scattering of different items; specifically a child's doll, a lace pink dress, and a locket.

"Well, she's not kidding about the Alchemy,"one of them said. "Find anything useful?"

"Just these pictures," the other said, holding up one. "Looks like she's in front of a mirror."
"The alchemy part sounds familiar," she said, her smile mildly friendly. "I still know that."

"Selective Amenisia?" another private said. "That's ridiculous."

"But it's the truth!" She said, turning around.

As for the rest of his question, she frowned, looking down. "Not much," she said. " remember a lot of pain, with my head, and my whole body...it was like I was dipped in liquid metal. Otherwise, I just remember that I was supposed to be here for something; what that was is escaping me."

"Sir," the private said, approaching Lionel. " found some ID."
The girl recoiled back, narrowing her eyes.

"Who are you?" she asked. "Why is no one telling me who they are? I can't exactly trust you if I don't even know who the hell any of you are!"

Her hand came forward, and felt a badge. "Wait...you're all Military," she said, letting her fingers dance around the edges. "Why are you even here....: her eyes narrowed. "Why am...I here?"

"You don't know?" the private asked. "Were you the one screaming?"

"Screaming?" the girl repeated. "I don't think so...I can't remember."

"Do you have a name?"

"Probably," she shrugged. "Wish I knew it."
Blackness.

The whole world seemed to be made from it; that and pain. She felt it rake through her body, like burning coals running through her whole body. White hot, and lik metal, it lasted for what felt like hours. It wasn't until it stopped, that that roaring in her ears died down. It grew into words, words she could hear, but couldn't see.

"Madame, are you okay?"

Still nothing. The sound was coming from her left, in that cold dark study. She was found in the center of a drawn circle, photographs scattered around her, most ruined by blood. She saw none of it, and none of the soldiers checking out what they believed to be a disturbance.

"Whose....there?" she asked, blindly feeling around. "Where am I?! What's Going on?!"

She scrambled to sit up, falling to her side and hitting her chin. She grunted and allowed herself to sit up, albeit with help.
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