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[bloodandpaisley]

[ Evenly. ] Are you expecting an encore?

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[bloodandpaisley]

It was not more dangerous than either of them, and her question caused him to pause and reflect on living here and being protective of his baby sister, and the years he raised her practically by himself. But those thoughts could wait.

Besides, what did a woman who could lift things with her mind and teleport have to fear of anything? “A fair point.”

He was walking them around to a side entrance where a spare key was hidden in a loose stone. “Where is home for you?”

[abyssum_invocat]

At the question, she was silent for a moment as she considered. "I don't actually know where I was born. But I grew up in Austria. On a military base," she elaborated quietly. She wasn't ashamed of it, but it did require a little explanation. "But I've lived all over the world. Russia, Germany, Austria, the United States, Italy, Bosnia. And where are we now?" she asked.

She could tell it was Europe by the climate, by some of the trees, but not definitely, nor where precisely on the continent they were. When Hannibal picked up the stone and the key, Sinthia took a step back to look up at the wall over the door. "I haven't been inside a castle in a very long time," Sinthia breathed. "Not one like this." She used to daydream of them, of being a princess, before...well. Before a lot of things. The childish dreams had died quick deaths in the face of the harsh realities of war. And she had adapted quickly enough to survive--and excel.