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She smiled sympathetically, "don't find my silence offensive.." she said softly, "I just...I'm not very good with 'talking'" she said, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. It's not all bad..in fact I think it's pretty awesome, especially since you can do it so effortlessly. I can only do a couple tricks if it makes you feel any better."

Lucia smiled and scooted a little closer to her.
"Well, I like it when you do talk. You're voice is comforting."

She blushed more, "W-what? D-don't be silly." she stuttered, looking away in embarrassment.

He gently took her chin and tilted her face towards him.
"Silly or not, I'm just telling the truth... Whoever back home who gives you a hard time doesn't know how great you are."

Her face was as red as an apple, she blinked at him in shock. "I-I'm nothing special." she stuttered again, swallowing hard.

"Has anyone ever told you you have beautiful hair?" he asked, still smiling and brushing a hair out of her face. "You are special, even if you don't think so."

"Uh, I-I.." she stammered, her heart was pounding in her chest. She pulled away quickly and stood up. "Oh look at that, we need more wood." she said nervously, walking off quickly.

Lucia watched her go and smiled a little, leaning back against the tree and closing his eyes. Unless she was going into town, there wasn't anything but grassland around them.

(Please go to her pov and tell me what she's thinking. I'm loving this)

Xelera walked through the grass, her face still red as ever. She realized her outburst looked ridiculous, especially since there was no wood for her to gather out here. She put her face in her palm, shaking her head. What are you doing? You are acting like such a fool! she scolded herself, pacing through the grass. There is no reason for you to be acting this way, he already told you that you weren't his type. Dammit, you shouldn't even be thinking this right now, get it together this is no time to start getting feelings! she scolded herself more, taking in a deep breath and trying to calm down her racing heart.

A teeny tiny voice spoke in the back of her mind, sounding like a mischivious little imp.

"He drew a very nice picture of you while you slept. He took care of your hand when you got hurt."

She glanced around, even though she knew the voice had came from her own head. She furrowed her brow and whined, "God now I'm hearing voices on top of talking to myself, I'm going crazy!" she sighed heavily.

Eventually in her walk, the sun started on it's downward slope. By the time she got back to camp, Lucia was cooking something... very tasty smelling.

"Oh hey, feel better?" He said, smiling at ehr.

She blushed more, and sat down by the fire, avoiding eye contact. "So what are you making?" she asked, changing the subject.

"I found some nice dried meat in the trunk, and I was able to make a sort of stew. Nothing fancy but it's better than dry bread. Oh!"

he stopped stiring the makeshift pot and stood up, moving to the trunk.

"I went digging int the trunk and I found this. I hope you can use it."

he turned around... and in his hands was her old bow and quiver. It looked well taken care of, and not a dent or scratch on it.

Her eyes widened and she took it from him, "My bow!" she exclaimed, running her fingers along the finely crafted wooden part. "I don't get it, why does all my things keep turning up?" she asked, looking confused.

"Well, look what else I found."

he pulled out another book, this one had a black cover and a silver design on it.

"This is mine. It's what I used to keep track of all my invetions, potions, and alchemical formulas. I had this before I ended up here."

he set the book down.

"I think whoever did this is runnign this like it's a game. Give the players a reward for making it so far, but not letting them out yet."

She frowned, setting down her bow. "Who knows how long this game will go on for.." she whispered, looking into the fire. She sighed and laid down on the bed roll. "We'll search the town one more time..if we don't find anything we'll keep walking until we can't anymore."

"Sounds like a plan to me, Xelera." he layed down as well, looking at the dusk sky.

"I'll tell you more about my home later... But I got to say I'd like to visit your home once... if for no other reason to tell your dad off..."

Xelera laid on her back, looking up into the sky as well. She smiled slightly at what he said, "Good luck with that, not many people tell off a king and get away with it."

Lucia bolted up.

"SHut the front door! You're a princess?" He asked, his eyes wide in surprise.