The Heartless Princess No Longer Heartless...At Least Not Entirely.
*Ahiru, upon waking up the next morning at the house Rue had found, had been restless. The previous day, Prince Siegfried had given her her heart back...Frustration, Affection, Loneliness, Fear and Curiosity. The first of those emotions, however, was active in Ahiru's chest at the thought that there was still an emotion missing...and so, leaving Rue asleep, Ahiru as independently as ever decided to look for it.
And so she wanders the town with her friend the yellow duck pillow again in tow, searching. On her way, she peeks into the house where Fakir and she had stayed, wondering if he might be there and might have seen her heartshard. She opens the door, and calls inside,* Fakir?
*There is no answer, and she looks around...it's so dark inside. She knew Fakir wasn't scared of the dark, but... She calls again, a little louder,* Fakir?
*Again, there is no answer...and Loneliness ripples a little in Ahiru's chest. Where could he be? Steadying her arms around the yellow duck pillow, she moves from the doorway, closing the door behind her as she continues down the street.*
And so she wanders the town with her friend the yellow duck pillow again in tow, searching. On her way, she peeks into the house where Fakir and she had stayed, wondering if he might be there and might have seen her heartshard. She opens the door, and calls inside,* Fakir?
*There is no answer, and she looks around...it's so dark inside. She knew Fakir wasn't scared of the dark, but... She calls again, a little louder,* Fakir?
*Again, there is no answer...and Loneliness ripples a little in Ahiru's chest. Where could he be? Steadying her arms around the yellow duck pillow, she moves from the doorway, closing the door behind her as she continues down the street.*