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Ianthe.
The name rang in her head.
Cheska didn't know why the appearance and name had an impact on her.
She's heard it before in the Town of Iya, during the puppet's story-telling show, and heard it a couple of times more.
But maybe the difference was knowing how she looked.
Cheska turned back to the princess.
Her purple eyes watched fondly at the painting.
"Ianthe was a blessing."
The way Ayessa said it, laden with emotion, made her feel as though the Ianthe she's heard of, the great Priestess, was different than the Ianthe in Ayessa's childhood and memories.
The princess' voice grew quieter, almost lost in the room's stillness.
"She had come into our lives like a miracle. Honestly, our memories with her felt like a dream since she disappeared. Like a flame that flickers under strong winds, ready to vanish..."
She trailed off, her expression distant, lost in memories.
