Kaede

Slowly awakening, Kaede realized she had not passed away, and was now in a bed. Sitting up slowly, she notices the Priestess passed out on the floor, and she feels the sharp pain of a dagger wound. Holding the wound, she finds clean yet slick pink-ish bandages. She did not feel the poison coursing through her veins, and she did not feel too injured, as to be unable to stand. Though if she did, she assumed the Priestess would force her back into bed. She stared at the Priestess, and then decided to lay down again. At least until she heard a voice, “I see you’re awake. Luné wishes to know how you are feeling.” She looks to the voice, and sees Radoc, almost invisible in the shadows of the room. She smirks and speaks with sarcasm in her voice, “Fit as a fiddle, as you can see.” Radoc exits the shadows, and approaches, stating, “At least you are not so injured as to not be able to joke about your condition.” He opens a pouch, and produces a vial of reddish liquid.

Kaede raises an eyebrow to that, as she says, “And what might that be? Are you going to poison me as well?” Radoc shakes his head, while holding it out to her, “Nothing of the sort. You’re a useful asset. That and I would rather not kill anyone who has done nothing against me.” Kaede watches him carefully, while reaching out to take the vial, asking, “What is it then?” Radoc smirks, then states, “Vitality potion. Use it if you feel yourself getting weaker, or feel an illness taking hold.” She begins to examine it, as he continues, “With that out of the way, I shall take my leave and return. If you do not end up using it, please return it. I only have a few.” He begins walking away, causing Kaede to watch him leave.

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Once he was out of the room, she laid back down, putting the vial away, in her hat for later use or study. She began to relax for a bit, while she idly thought of the past few days. This idle thinking quickly changes to remembering the days before she was brought to this World. Mentally backpedaling through time, she soon begins to remember her days as Focalor. Victor and the rest. She began to wonder if there were versions of them within this World. After all, Clover and Luné both had the same last name. It was possible that they were the same individual from different Worlds. But then, where was Zephyrian? Would he not be present? A constant guardian, always prepared to go against the World if it meant his surrogate daughter would be unharmed? What about Victor, or any of the others? What about herself? She lay still, thinking of the possibilities. Thinking of the many situations that could occur from these unknown variables. What if one was to be an enemy? What if one was to be an obstacle? She remained still, wondering what future awaits. What would she see ahead of herself? Would it be good? Would it be bad? She would not pray, as she had no gods to pray to, but she would still hope for a good future.