[At first, it's like watching someone else dreaming his own worse nightmare. Dastan can't help but feel irritated that someone would play such a bad joke on him. Until he hears plead to him to live. It's not possible.....isn't it? But then again, if Ezio left and came back from another time, this could really be the Princess...
The Prince can't help himself and hopes so hard that this is not another trick from this world. He grips his Dreamberry, his voice almost hoarse with unnamed emotions.]
[The voice jerks her out of the stupor. Familiar, beloved, lost... The remnants of the dream still clinging, the Princess staggers unsteadily upright, making it as far as her knees before her swirling vision forces her to pause. But she takes a desperate breath, gulping a lungful of air and a sob escapes for the first time.]
The Persian is already up and grabbing his warm coat, giving only a quick glance through his window. The storm seems to have passed for the moment and hopefully he will be able to get to the Princess before it picks up again. He puts on the riding boots his brother gave him for Christmas and reaches for his cloak.]
Tell me where you are, Princess, I'm coming for you.
[In his haste to find her, it never dawns on Dastan that she might not remember her first time in this world.]
[Wailing, sobbing or having hysterics won't help at the moment. Tamina takes a breath, drags a dirty fist over her eyes and blinks several times, trying to get a clear view of her surroundings.]
I-I...I don't know! [A sob hitches again as the memory hisses.] All I remember is falling...then nothing!
[Finally on her feet, she staggers against a bench, not really sure where his voice is even coming from, but her vision is somewhat clearer and she focuses a bit harder.]
...benches. Many benches. Wood, not stone...a high roof above...Dastan, help me!
[She can't stop herself from feeling a little pang of sadness when she realizes that Tamina clearly does not remember her previous time here. When she speaks next, her voice is calmer - maybe that will help ease the shock of waking up in a different world.]
Ah...My name is Hungary. I believe your Dreamberry should be around somewhere. It might be an object on your person.
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The Prince can't help himself and hopes so hard that this is not another trick from this world. He grips his Dreamberry, his voice almost hoarse with unnamed emotions.]
....Tamina?
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...Dastan?!
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The Persian is already up and grabbing his warm coat, giving only a quick glance through his window. The storm seems to have passed for the moment and hopefully he will be able to get to the Princess before it picks up again. He puts on the riding boots his brother gave him for Christmas and reaches for his cloak.]
Tell me where you are, Princess, I'm coming for you.
[In his haste to find her, it never dawns on Dastan that she might not remember her first time in this world.]
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I-I...I don't know! [A sob hitches again as the memory hisses.] All I remember is falling...then nothing!
[Finally on her feet, she staggers against a bench, not really sure where his voice is even coming from, but her vision is somewhat clearer and she focuses a bit harder.]
...benches. Many benches. Wood, not stone...a high roof above...Dastan, help me!
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Princess! Are you all right?! It's okay!
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...who...who are you??
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Ah...My name is Hungary. I believe your Dreamberry should be around somewhere. It might be an object on your person.
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Wh-what...what is this place?
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...y-yes?
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Re-returned? I don't...I d-don't understand...!
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