Tickle Me Pretty

Raisa nodded slowly, taking in the man's story with an impassive face, but an open mind. It seemed to her, and her suspicion in this was growing stronger with every other she met, that this land was a beacon for those who have lost hope, or faith, or need to start a new. They all had some mission, some sort of drive that had brought them all together. To hear of a story like hers... Well, after meeting the Queen Aurora, she did not feel reason to doubt him. Raisa's eyes fell, half-lidded, and she sighed. "It is sad indeed, that all which is strong, may one day fall. It is hard to accept even now, when I have seen it for myself." Her bi-colored eyes met the man's golden ones, and searched for some shadow of the horror she felt in her dreams, the sadness she lived with every day. He masked it well, but she knew. Raisa smiled at him, a bittersweet smirk full of loathing and sorrow. "For all that we once walked in the footsteps of Kings and Gods, we certainly have fallen low." Whether it pertained to the man, she wasn't sure. But perhaps they had more in common than she knew. She did not feel a need to pry, or seek more than he as willing to give.