[Re-introduction] All that we see or seem is just a dream within a dream.

[iwalkindreams]

-- she will be there, and she will be sleeping.

Confusion. A blast of pain. Then - just - you know, a sudden twist of the brain; like it used to be when he was still fighting his inner demons.

I was supposed to --.

Adrian isn't sure what he was supposed to - do? think? say? He's rather - empty. This is just the word. He rises from the ground, looks

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[knightscholar]

This isn't likely the sibling that Adrian would most want to run into first. She's pacing in the main room, a cup of hot tea clutched in her hands. She'll recognize Adrian, easily, and glare at him just a little. For making promises and disappearing.

[iwalkindreams]

Hmmm. Does he know this person? Does he --?

"Er. Excuse me. Is there something on my face, or perhaps my shoulder? It might be an explanation for your glare."

[knightscholar]

Lia lifts her chin, then says simply, "You don't remember."

[iwalkindreams]

"-- no."

Just as simple. Adrian is slowly coming to terms with having his most recent memories wiped off from his mind. "Did I, well, do something to upset you?"

[winter_came]

Here's someone entirely new, who might be a pleasant conversationalist, if Adrian doesn't mind father figures.

Ned is on his way out to the godswood, but he can be intercepted in a corridor, his fur-trimmed coat and height making him a remarkable figure... not to mention the very long sword at his back.

He never goes anywhere without Ice - force of habit.

[iwalkindreams]

Ah well. Not that he hasn't seen weapons before, though this one is impressive.

"Ever get to use it 'round here?" Adrian asks, with a brief gesture in its direction.

[winter_came]

Blink. For all his time at the Mansion, Ned never got used to modern colloquial means of address.

"I beg your pardon?"

[iwalkindreams]

"The sword," Adrian points, growing impatient. "It looks dangerous, but then again - so might be this place." There's an unasked question lingering in his words.

[ninja_niko]

Perhaps Niko and Adrian will bump into each other into some corridor? In which case, Niko will blink, frown, and wave at the moroi.

"-- Hey. Long time no see."

In fact, he's already wanting to ask - did you die? But of course he won't. He's Niko.

[iwalkindreams]

Bump bump, then. Wait -- what?

"Really?" Have a shrug. "Are you sure we met before, pal? You do - well - feel somehow familiar, buuut --."

[ninja_niko]

"Hung out a couple time - it's been about a year. Didn't think I was so forgettable, though."

Niko smiles wryly.

[iwalkindreams]

"You might not be, but there are many things, and for sure many faces, I have forgotten since I last was here - so I am told, anyway."

[vizir_daughter]

If Adrian ever wanders into the ballroom, he might come across someone who still thinks of him as a friend, though she's come to accept that sometimes, leavetakings can't be. She figured perhaps Adrian (and others) have made it back to their homeworld, and accept it as thus. A djinn is strong enough to survive any sort of attack, she wagers.

She's sitting at the grand piano, just idly exploring the sounds it makes. She can't play - the instrument is still incredibly foreign to her.

Nonetheless, there's a certain fondness to how Scheherazade touches the black and white keys.

[iwalkindreams]

In the end he does reach the great room. He used to attend parties there once; the memories might still be aching somewhere at the back of his mind - yet, for now, none resurges.

"-- hello." Hesitantly. Scheherezade is not exactly your American girl stereotype, nor has she the Slavic traits Adrian might be familiar with. "It's a, um, wonderful day for playing the piano. I guess."

[vizir_daughter]

Scheherazade was day-dreaming - the greeting makes her snap out of it, eyes wide.

"-- Adrian?"

[iwalkindreams]

"That's my name," he replies, cautiously. She's perhaps the mildest - and most beautiful - friend (?!) he met - re-met - so far, so he wouldn't like to make her flee.