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Here an there she had stumbled across some water which was partially frozen over, and falls that dropped chunks of ice amongst its wetter form and it seemed to Peri that the area had seemed pretty unoccupied which made her think. She was no longer small in this world, some strange event had occurred one night and she found herself awakened in a new land and this larger size and missing her wings that was very unfamiliar territory to her. She couldnt hide amongst the bushes like she used to, using the petals of a flower as coverage from the hot sun so she did the next best thing, claim Epitome Oasis as her home and perhaps rule it. At least then, she could control something in her life, and feel somewhat at ease in the safety of it.
Thoughts swirled in her head, she wondered if her sister had also been caught up in that whirlwind of a storm and whisked off to this place or perhaps another. Her footsteps now loudly echoing off the walls as she was escorted down the halls, up steps and to the large heavy wooden doors to the Kings Throne room. Much grander was this place then Lord Milori's domain in the Winter Woods where she came from. She swallowed hard as the doors were pulled open and she was ushered inside, looming before her was his Majesty the King sitting upon his throne. Icy eyes glance across the walls, tapestries depicting a timeline in the great kingdom everything from birth, wars, victories and deaths. Standing now, mere feet from the King she gave a polite curtsey and addressed him.
"My King"
She could only hope it was the same custom here, for fearing if she stepped out of line even in the most innocent of gestures you could be beheaded... or worse! Standing tall an still now, curtsey given she awaits for his Majesty to speak to her.
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