middaeg | Intro Overflow: May

[ Continued from here ]

[ Alex stops in her tracks. Her eyes widen in shock again, but not out of wariness towards the good samaritan. ]

Yes! A-actually-- Have you seen two men around here? One has long blonde hair, an eyepatch on his left eye, the other one is shorter..um..he looks Asian. Dark hair, he doesn't speak, a lot of scars, bandaged up--

[ Alex can handle a little blood and a few bumps and bruises, these were nothing to her, really. But Nicolas and Worrick had more serious injuries the last time she saw them. If they got sent here too, she had to be sure they were okay. ]

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[ Caster frowns as he rewinds a few faces he noticed here. All of them foreign to him, and none really fit the description she provides. ]

...I'm afraid not. [ No point in lying or giving false hope by being unsure. ] But I will keep an eye for them for you.

[ At least they sound like they would be easy to recognize. Eyepatches or bandages are not really popular accessory around here ]

[ Her shoulders slump, and her gaze lowers in disappointment. What if something had happened to them? What if..they really weren't here and it was just her? ]

I see...Thank you.

[ With her gaze lowered, she does see his hand, and she looks back up at him apologetically. ]

I'm.. sorry for hitting you like that earlier..You didn't get hurt, did you?

Don't worry about it. [ Really, it is but a scratch. But the earlier statement returns to him. And he realizes- not that he knows her, but that there is this eerie feel of familiarity. (Maybe that's what made it so easy to worry about her well-being?) ]

Say- have we met?

[ That wasn't a no-- but his question does bring her back to what she was wondering earlier. ]

You..think so too?

[ So she wasn't just imagining it, right? ]

I don't know where..but not..where I was from. I don't know. Like...

[ In a dream? Could she even say that without it coming out weird? Maybe she got hit in the head too hard. ]

[ The images slowly return, more clear the more Caster focuses on her face and the recollection. Absentmindedly he reaches to touch her face— they danced, didn't they? In the fairy court ]

—I saw your face in my dream. [ He blurts it out without thinking, but that's what he starts to remember.

And for once, it's not even a pick-up line ]

[ She stares at him a moment longer until she feels his touch, snapping her out of it. She pulls back and clears her throat. Even if it wasn't a pick up line, it sure did sound cheesy to hear it out loud. ]

How is..that..this possible?

[ It made sense that this place was strange, but that dream happened before she arrived here. ]

Court, fairies, silly spells— [ Curses, and hexes really, but not truly damaging just annoying ] A dance.

[ Rings a bell? It definitely does for him. He shakes his head, unhappy that he really don't know how it works ]

I don't know. Though my people had a saying, that being lost in a fairy court is like a dream. [ And you never know how many years that one night will last, but that is something he does not say aloud. ]

[ Fairies..right, she remembered those. Was that how all of this was possible. ]

...Maybe I really was hit hard in the head.

[ She sighs as she finds the closest thing to lean against. She was still trying to wrap her around what was happening in Ergastulum before being sandbagged by all of this. Now she has to figure out magical mirrors and people from her dreams? ]

Let's hope you'll wake up soon. [ He says as he unties a small pouch off his belt. It's empty and can be torn out to a form more of a flattened material. Would be better if he had some sort of tissue or handkerchief, but you gotta work with what you have.

With the intention of stopping the bleeding, he tries to gently put it to her forehead and temple ]

[ If this was a dream, was she sure she wanted to go back?

She hears rustling and looks to find him doing something with his pouch. What he was up to she wasn't sure at first, until he reached out towards her. The gesture has her pull back slightly, her body tense and her eyes locked on him, but this time she is able to discern his intention.

No slapping his hand away this time, but she does hold a hand up to stop his hand gently. ]

You don't have to--you didn't have to destroy your pouch.

[ What a waste. ]

You'll dirty your things too.

[ Caster looks at her slightly puzzled. He stills his hand at least ]

It's just a thing— and things are meant to be used. [ Plus he does have more of them than he uses, at least right now. The fact that it was empty is proof enough. ] Your wound could use dressing. Will you let me?

[ It's not a bandage, but unfortunately, he doesn't have that. ]

[ Her eyes fall to the torn pouch for a moment, then nods in agreement. Maybe it was having to differentiate between a thing and herself. She still had to remind herself that she was more than that now.

She raises her head to make it easier for him. ]

[ There is something akin to pull, a need to move into the other building, like something is calling them but Caster decides to ignore it. At least long enough to finish cleaning a bloodied streak on the side of Alex's face and wrap the fabric in makeshift dressing around her head. Gently, but there is a bit of a hurry in his movement ]

Name's Caster by the way and--- there. Should be enough for now...

Caster?

[ That was a rather odd name. It sounded more like a title, or something you'd name a pet. Not that she'd say that out loud with him helping her and all.

Her eyes open when he finishes, blinking a few times as she adjusted to the feeling of the dressing. ]

Thank you...I'm Alex.

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