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The grass was implicitly soft.[/center]
Blades tingle as they brush against the woman's skin, down her neck, sending chills along her spine. The cool breeze of the surrounding air sharply assaulting her nostrils as the serene glow of nature hums ever so slightly above her. Hidden among the clouds, though not to the point of being completely blocked, light weaves itself unto the earth, grass, and common folk who don the land, and with them, the woman. As she opens her eyes, the canvas blue sky is a welcome invitation back to the realm of consciousness. Blinking to avoid direct contact with the sun's powerful rays, she allows herself a short time to adjust to the sight: a beautiful morning sky with which the winds blew calmly, as though easing the woman into this world - this place. 

She kept blinking awhile longer, eyes adjusting yet to the world before her. A quick rub of the pearl-blue orbs, and already she felt more awake. Her back exposing itself to the breeze, the woman sits, letting blades of grass trickle down from her attire: a noble piece which seemed very much like royalty more than anything. The thin crown only made her preconception bear more fruit, as her slate blue hair sways between the expensive, yet small, piece. Limbs cracking from movement as though not used in decades, she releases soft groans of pain as she tests her physical condition, thankfully everything being fully operational, confirmed only when she stood to test her legs. Her blue cape blew anew, giving any bystanders the impression of mystery or nobility.

Thankfully, the grass hill in which she had just been laying was lacking presence from people or animals.

Looking herself over, the woman noticed a couple key items upon her person: a fencing sword, dull yet resilient, was stationed at her hip. Aforementioned crown was sparkling atop her head, reflecting light, and flowers sat peacefully upon the left side of her head. Empty pockets lining her belt, earrings made of a dazzling orange-golden colour, and a watch ticking away at time on her left arm, a quick glance showing the time of day:

[center]10AM. Exactly.[/center] 
From the hill, the woman could see far, yet a certain place caught her eye, not too far away. In fact she estimated a walk to take no less than thirty minutes! It was the capital of Lugnica, better known as [i]The Royal Capital of Lugnica.[/i] Despite not knowing why, she was being drawn to that place for a reason unknown to her. Calm and steady, walking downhill, the woman quietly approaches the capital, feeling that if she were to trust her gut, she'd come to find the reason anyway...
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She was lost.

This city was far too confusing for her, what with all it's alleyways and weird directions. She was rather horrible at navigation, or so she assumed. Despite feeling parts of the city being incredibly familiar, her memory ceased to provide her with details, directions and the like. It was as though her mind was being blanketed by a thick fog, memory unable to surface or escape, just vague feelings of familiarity. The woman didn't dare get in the way of the common folk, feeling that they were likely busy and wouldn't waste their time with a lost little girl, despite knowing that likely wouldn't be the case. Even so she was shying herself away from the eyes of the public, trying her best to look like she has a place to go, despite not knowing anything about the Capital. 

It was so frustrating she could feel tears beginning to well up in the backs of her eyes, for the more she kept dwelling on it, the more she realised she couldn't remember things - a lot of things. Everything about her memory was vague, aside from a few key events. Struggling true and hard, the blue-haired woman felt herself exhausting at the sheer thought of not remembering certain things. She could remember a few unclear details of her own history, such as fencing and practicing magic, but it was all incredibly muddled and unclear, like looking at a blurred painting. Even as she began looking around at the stores which were lining the marketplace, she felt her mind slipping into the state of distant familiarity, with words blurring and mashing together, meaning and alphabet scrambling before her.

Tears left her eyes upon checking the time. 11:57am. 

Sniffling quietly at the entrance to a silent alleyway, thankfully populated by light, the girl just couldn't shake the incredible unease and burning sensation in her gut. Why couldn't she remember things clearly? Why was she here in the first place? What was even going on...? 

Time passing by, she found a small comfort in at least one memory. Although nothing direct, it was at least a clue to who she was- [i]is.[/i] Her thoughts became a bit clearer as she started focusing on the memory -- a name, of unknown origin -- which began clearing away tears, at least partially, anyway. 

[color=slateblue]"You are Emile von Pâtre,"[/color] she accidentally spoke aloud, [color=slateblue]"and you can't remember anything, but... your name... Your name is Emile von Pâtre..."[/color]

More quietly this time, the woman began crying once more.