You Think I Won't Talk?

Meeting my siblings in jail would be the first step certainly to learning the next step to take... yet, there was also a strong belief... an instinct within myself telling me that going back to the Empress’s garden should come first instead.

’Those fairies... they never made an approach before today... I visited the garden regularly and yet only today I was able to see and talk to them... I know well enough that I was still able to see them before awakening as one new self... Fathia is proof of such... unless something more has changed in myself besides the meshing of my souls... or because of it.’

As more time passed, even if it had been a recent event, the more I convinced myself that the one I was a few days ago would never come back as the same. Although my core was probably the same as it had meshed in one, there were still bits of my own that were searching for a better settling into who I had evolved to be.

Nevertheless, against this contradicting sensation, who I am has not changed...

’As long as I focus on my beliefs and what I wish for, the changes are welcomed...’ — I thought to myself, declaring it so the uncertainty could find some ease within me since it was only natural to feel confused after a new vision of the world was acquired with the mesh of my souls. — ’For now... it may be wise to get closer to the fairies... Calla was known for having a guardian spirit, and as her Confidant, it only makes sense that I should have some influence over them.’

The danger of losing my life was probably not over. Such was apparent since even after the story’s original beginning came to be, I was still targeted... The sole good news is that the first obstacle had been surpassed. Surviving until its original start had been achieved somehow, and now, the next obstacle is...

"I must continue to live and end the fight Izeneya has summoned my old self for... sigh... hopefully the changes will also aid in making that possible. Otherwise, I see a lot of stress in my future..." — Ultimately I frowned, tired of combing my long stream of hair. Activity in which I had decided to distract myself with while contemplating and waiting for that one I was itching to meet.

Walking around in my empty chambers, the light of the few candles felt warm and peaceful while I started to think about him... losing the frown from useless concerns I had invoked without much of a solution, as it was now excitement that started to fill my stomach and chest with thrilled tickles.

’I should tell him about Vitor and Theodore being our chaperons...’ — While staring at the curtain I would soon open to welcome him, I could not remain as serious as I had until a moment ago. The little moments of today were replayed through my mind and the heat from embarrassment warmed my cheeks again as if they had acquired a new hobby whenever I thought about him.

"Ouf, Marianne... Marianne... keep it together... the way I have been acting may scare him if I do not think properly..." — I mumbled to myself in reproach, for I knew I had become a tad too bold... simply out of greed to have him closer and thirsty to show the affection I once held back at the lack of sound and confidence in these feelings who I had in front of me.

"... sigh... think properly..."

— Do not let myself suffocate... —