<span style="font-family:Sofia">Amira looked up at him as he spoke, and the fluidity of his voice made her heart jump in her chest and when she followed behind him, her eyes were glued on his tail. It looked so real! She wanted to reach out and touch it.. To see exactly what kind of fabric it was made out of, but when he stopped to look at her, she blinked a few times. Show her? She tilted her head as she began to walk out of the jail cell, heels clicking against the pebble pavement. <br/>
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As she looked around the gardens Amira smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear. She wasn't fully paying attention to where she was walking to, but when she could feel a table hit her in her thigh, she realized she was standing next to the king in front of her. She bowed her head gently and when she looked up, there was a curiosity but.. A reluctance to believe in his words. There were people fighting below, and as she walked up, she rested her hands on the flower pots and she felt her brow furrow. How did he manage to orchestrate something of this grand scale..? Was he manipulating her?<br/>
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Amira felt her eyes fall and she shook her head. When she saw bright flashes of magic, Amira recoiled and backed away. She couldn't help but feel heat behind her, and when she looked over her shoulder Amira trembled lightly. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"You're.."</span> When he asked her about being the songbird her eyes widened and she slowly turned towards him. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"What.. Did you say?"</span> She was stunned. Did that mean that everything that man in the alley had said was true..? Was Amira truly in another world, away from her own?<br/>
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Her fingers curled around the pendant around her neck and she took a few steps backward as reality began to set in. She felt her eyes narrow and quickly she moved forward, her fingers reaching and gently feeling the scales on his arms, one of her hands reaching up to touch one of the horns and she gasped, a blush across her face. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"I'm so sorry! I didn't think.. I'm dreaming.. I have to be!"</span> Amira pinched her arm and when it wasn't enough she looked around and the singing voices of the people made the words coming from her lips sparse. How was she going to recover when she came from a world full of brutality and technology? How would she explain that she needed to get back home. That she couldn't possibly impose on his kingdom or any of this..<br/>
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Why would he want her to stay? As she felt emotion threaten to surface on her face, she looked back at the king and bowed her head. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"The man.. In the alley,"</span> Her eyes drifted and when she sighed heavily she looked out toward the horizon and shut her eyes. A soft chuckle escaped her and she felt her fingers tremble as they pulled toward her palm. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Funny.. I'm a singer and.. He called me canary."</span> Biting down onto her lower lip she looked back over at the king and then down. Was.. This her fate? <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"I am.. Who you requested, but I cannot stay. I.. I don't belong here."</span> Her eyes although holding a brilliant lilac hue, dropped toward the floor and even though the feeling of marble was smooth and relaxing beneath her fingers, Amira knew that she couldn't stay here.<br/>
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She had an apartment and bills.. Sure there were no other obligations.. She didn't really talk to her family and she had no siblings, but what would she do if she stayed? If she figured correctly they were closer to a medieval era and she wasn't one for paying attention in history class. Amira felt a tightness in her chest and she sighed softly. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"I don't know what women are allowed to do here.. In my time, we work and even manage our own establishments.. Whereas here I'm probably nothing more than a.."</span> Looking back at him and the muscles in his arms she blushed lightly. Clearing her throat, Amira looked away quickly and crossed her arms. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"I-It doesn't matter. I wouldn't be very useful. You'll want to find somebody else. I'm sure they'll jump at the opportunity.."</span> She laughed nervously and looked back at him.. But when she had, she didn't notice a smile. Was.. Was she stuck here? And if she was, for how long?</span>