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Character: Merida
Fandom: Brave
Player Name: Melissa

Fate was a mysterious force indeed. How and why did it lead her to this place of water and strange architecture? By now her hair had dried out, and her tangles of red were once again free around her head. There were no signs of the wisps, and surely by now everyone at the castle had noticed she was missing. Her nerves knotted together... if she didn't relax, she'd lose her mind.

She carefully began to take out an arrow. A little bit of archery would clear her mind, and maybe get the attention of someone who could lead her back. Her eyes began to carefully scan the area, looking for ample target practice as her bow's string began to creak under her fingers.

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Sophie didn't know anything about Fate. However, while the young woman was searching for targets, a butterfly fluttered past - followed by a young girl that appeared to be 14 or so, walking after it and not really paying attention to where she was going.

The second that string creaked ever so quietly, Sophie stopped and turned, her posture wary and ready to dodge, intercept or counter a projectile, purple eyes fixing on the archer. Be thee enemy or be thee not?

Ah, other people at last! But what an odd outfit this other girl was wearing. Maybe her clan was from very far away... no matter. Merida began to withdraw her arrow and return it back into its holder, easing her arms down to show she didn't mean any harm.

"Good morrow to you. Can you tell me where I am?" She was tempted to ask if this other girl had seen the wisps, but no one had believed her before. Why start now?

Sophie relaxed once the weapon was lowered, and after a moment, she nodded. "Yes. This place is called Vatheon. Were you glubby glubbed here too?"

Vatheon? Glubby glubbed? Even a clear accent didn't help those words make any sense. She put one hand on her hip, tiling over a little in confusion. "Are you speaking the native tongue? What are you even talking about?"

"No, I'm speaking words. What's a native tongue?" She thought it made perfect sense. "Vatheon."

"Vatheon." She repeated, brow furrowed. This was beginning to sound more like bad news and less like what fate had supposed to give her. "... Tell me, what clan do you hail from?"

... ... Clearly this was a battle of confusing the other. Sophie tilted her head, "Clan?" Weren't those the things in the sea that people eat?

"Your clan!" What was wrong with this purple-haired maiden? Did she know everything strange and nothing logical? "Where you hail from! The family you follow, under King Fergus!"

Yes. Yes she did. "I don't have a family to follow - and I don't know a King Fergus. I know Richard - he's a Prince."

Of course while saying all this, her expression neeeeever changes. She is the queen of linefaces! ... okay maybe the princess of linefaces.

On the one hand, she was getting fairly annoyed that this girl didn't change her expression. But on the other hand... there wasn't anything in her voice to say that she was lying. Which of course made this entire mess worse. Swallowing, she looked around, truly worried. "... What is this place? There's... there's no way I could have gotten this far away... what kind of magic did I land in?"

"It's a city underwater. The coral brought you here. I don't know what magic it uses to do that, though." She points off, "There are people in that building who have been here longer." In the new arrival building, that is.

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