[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLjM3NjhiZS5SVzFwYkdVZ2RtOXVJRkREb25SeVpRLCwuMQAA/scriptina.regular.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/8ryFp85.png[/img] [hr][@6slyboy6][hr][/center] The lack of a reply from Grian has Emile a little worried now, as was him drawing his sword before entering the bar. She was about to follow him, however the evil which lurked within was far too dreadful for her to handle. Though her fear of the dark was partially shaken by street lamps and lighting from the various housing, her fear of the smell of alcohol was enough to send her deep into the night. Of course, Emile wasn't going to do such a thing voluntarily; she would simply stand outside until Grian would return! [i][color=slateblue]'... The dark is scary... the pub is scary... I want to go to bed...'[/color][/i] She mutters to herself in a soft voice, like a shy child. In a sense she basically was, seeing as she has no idea where she is or what she's doing. She figures she could've even technically been [i]born[/i] this morning, waking up in a field of green from nothing... ... She didn't like that thought... Dark areas of the streets became more and more apparent, as the night truly began to set in. Though the stars above shone beautifully, the terrible hazards which may go [i]'bump'[/i] in the night continually found themselves surfacing in the back of the noblewoman's mind. From the rats and mice of the back alleys and pantry's of homes, to larger, more grotesque creatures of foul origin, Emile's thoughts were plagued with night-terrors and tales of demons which surface only upon the darkest hours of the night! In short, she's afraid of the dark. Thankfully for her, Grian was out almost as soon as he entered. She almost hugs him as he exits -- she really could go for her big, old, snugly teddy bear Presto right about now -- however stops herself before she can, mentally sulking that she cannot bask in his fur. He did look like a big teddy bear in the dark, she notes, and that if she finds herself lost, it doesn't take much to identify the sword-wielding teddy bear. Thus, Grian was officially labelled a noble's makeshift living teddy bear. He goes on to say what she already presumes is true: that nothing points to a fire having existed in the first place in the area, and that the townsfolk have no clue, either. [color=slateblue]"That wouldn't explain why the townsfolk haven't seen such a thing take place."[/color] Retorts the Shepherd at the mention of illusion magic. It was a solid explanation, however she has no idea what kind of magic could simulate that kind of fire. In fact, upon thinking about it, she realises she doesn't even properly know her own magic! [i][color=slateblue]'Best not to think about that at the moment...'[/color][/i] Quickly the thought is shaken from her head, and she thinks not about what made the illusive fire pop up, but rather, [i]why[/i]? [color=slateblue]"Perhaps..."[/color] She begins, a thoughtful look on her features. [color=slateblue]"Sorry to change topic so soon, but perhaps what we should truly be thinking of is why someone would want to cause an illusion in the first place? Is it a meager spell gone awry, or perhaps something more... sinister? A distraction to grab the attention of the select few who can remember this event transpiring, only to be a decoy for the [i]true[/i] ploy to unfold?"[/color] She takes a look at her surroundings. [color=slateblue]"Then again... we [i]are[/i] in what appears to be a slum. Who would be trying to lure people out here, or rather [i]to[/i] here, when the city guard will remain active throughout the day and night anyway? And from my understanding, these people don't have a whole lot left to give..."[/color] Her tone turns soft and sympathetic to those who live in the area, looking at the broken homes with eyes of pure care and consideration. Despite being powerless, she truly would like nothing more than the strength to help the people of the slum out of whatever situation plagues them. Yet, she has no options - for now, she cannot do a thing. Emile breathes a sigh of fresh air to clear her head, and smiles up at her new teddy bear. [hider="Well, what shall we do now? The stars are out and I, for one, feel rather tired."][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N6WJgTORhH4[/youtube][/hider] She was perfectly truthful in saying so, however she was keeping her embarrassing amount of terror on the down-low. Emile wants nothing more than to lay down and sleep in a nice, soft, cozy royal bed fit for a princess right about now, however she had no money to speak of - she's checked every pocket and she has not a single piece of, well, anything! So it was either freeload off of her teddy bear or sleep in the dark, scary streets. As much as she hates freeloading, she hates the dark even more, and she was seriously wanting a nice snooze to catch up on her beauty sleep right about now. Alas, this all came down to whether or not her companion felt the same way, and if he was nice enough to help a lady out. In fact, she wouldn't mind a nice, hot spa either, or a warm refreshing shower, even! To text and to play games well into the night until she has little stamina to continue, cuddling Presto as she drifts off to sleep, thanking generations before her for their sacrifice to pave the way for her pleasant dreams. And of course, a delectable ice cream not usually afforded by the lower classes, to give her that extra level of sweet once again! Ahh, childhood... With that thought coming and going so fast she doesn't even realise she's lost her memory, Miss Amnesia awaits her teddy bear's reply, the gentle breeze of the night tickling her -- inviting her -- to a slumber which is much needed. [color=slateblue]"Pik[i]achoo[/i]~!"[/color] ... As well as inviting an old tradition from her childhood to resurface upon sneezing. [color=slateblue]"S-sorry."[/color]