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[az_of_the_oz]

Who: Az, Little Mouse, Eliza (and whoever is with her at the time)
What: Asking questions and making new friends
When: February 1st, just after 7 PM
Where: Palace, searching for Eliza

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[az_of_the_oz]

Letting her sandaled feet lead her where she wanted to go, Az kept her eyes on the girl, reading what she was saying. And, what she was not. The answer was there before Az's dark eyes ever saw the tiny dancing movements of her hand, there was no possible way Penthesila knew that her daughter knew that she had suddenly left one Queendom and traveled to another.

For a moment, she wondered if this was the karma that was not her dog, taking a nip at her. And knew that she was going to be blamed for this potentially disastrous development. Although a mild headache formed at the knowledge that she was no doubt going to receive a long-winded lecture she would have to try not to yawn through, she could not bring herself to regret seeing her little friend again.

"Sweetie, it is not quite as simple as simply sending you back," she explained. "You see, the House of Cain is not technically one I belong to quite yet. Do you remember me telling you about Jeb, you called him my mate? His name's Jeb Cain, I'm actually of the House of Gale at the moment." No doubt the girl would be able to easily place the name, as they were the ruling line in the O.Z.. Although she did not know quite how Little Mouse would handle the news that her friend who told her stories, was also the Princess possessed by the dark Witch for all those annuals.

"So I will likely have to speak to both my mother, about this." Her smile was half-hearted then, "If I can, perhaps you can stay for at least a short visit, maybe longer. I will have to think of how to explain how exactly a young warrior from Ix would actually be a benefit to the Crown." The Princess's expression turned curious, "Why did you follow me? Especially across the desert, that was very dangerous, you know."