It took two days of the voyage at sea before reaching the capital of Zuerst. It was early in the morning when Faustina, Lucas, Orwell, and Maddie reached the front port that resides in the outskirts of the capital. Faustina clapped her hand and exhaled through her palms.
"Nervous, m'lady?" Maddie asks.
"K-kind of," Faustina answers.
"Don't worry, m'lady; even if you haven't gone out in social gatherings and such, your appearance is definitely that of a Feuerlon." Says Maddie. "So brighten up. We are here for you."
Faustina tried to smile, but cannot. She found it odd, almost amazing even, how such mere incantations managed to slip through memories that looked like dreams she never had; moments that never occurred yet known, unfamiliar familiar places and people—it's as if she was living two different lives.
But she knew what was real.
