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[dynast_queen]

WHO: young!Ashelia, open!
WHAT: After surviving a day or two on the streets, Ashelia is about to give up the ghost.
WHERE: Near the docks!
WHEN: Sunset

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[rosereddaughter]

Bridget caught the expression of distaste and noted that away for later. Jan didn't seem to have many people who actually liked him. Not that she could really blame them since he'd gone on a fairly public killing spree before, and his crude words didn't endear him to anyone who hadn't grown up by the docks. But he was starting to grow on her just a little. She hopped down from her perch just as the sun finished setting and left the over-sized cloak behind. She was in dressed in a frilly black dress and a pair of sandals, obviously something just thrown together rather suddenly but somehow suited her oddly adult mannerisms.

"Bridget Frostheart, we've spoken before over the journals." Bridget placed her hand in the young man's without any hesitation or awkwardness. Pale eyes glanced over him almost measuring him for a brief moment. "Right now Ashelia is claiming to be a kidnapped princess about to get married, so this reverting thing happened to her as well. Please plan your words accordingly or she'll completely reject what you have to say."

Her head turned slightly for a moment before the seeming 10-year old girl smiled slightly. Thank goodness she'd reset her spying-web around the city before this farce had occurred. "Right now the only threat to her is a growling stomach and a few sleepless nights, and Jan has been toning himself down to almost comic levels. I've been keeping a close eye on him when I can."

[solidor_heir]

"She would still know of me." Larsa said slowly, processing the new information. "And a familiar face from her own world would not be too unwelcome, I should hope." By habit he paced a little, his mannerisms that of a man perhaps twice his age.

"If she claims to be a kidnapped princess about to be married, this would mean she knows nothing of the war that will destroy the peace of her Kingdom." A line creased his brow. "I shall indeed choose my words carefully and perhaps make it so that I am offering her a political refuge of sorts."

"Oh." Larsa blinked at the seemingly young girl. "You...are the General with whom I spoke to in regards to war and peace?"