<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BF80FF"><br/>Zaryana lifted one hand, delicately, to wipe a string of spittle from her chin, after being pulled to her feet. Her body shuddered again, threatening to loose any last remaining bile from her stomach, bending her over at the waist, but the wave passed, thankfully. As she straightened back up, she raised her eyes, the color of sky, to look upon the man standing all-too close for comfort. She vaguely realized he'd spoken as she'd vomited, and she struggled to recall any of the words he had said.<br/><br/>She looked him over for a moment, trying to assess the level of threat he might pose, but really, she was no judge of character outside of the small village she had grown up in. Grandmother had usually been the one to deal with people, when trades or other business was necessary. The thought swamped her with momentary sadness, and the struggle to shake it was surely visible on her face. She opened her mouth to speak to him, but the bile threatened to rise again, so she kept him waiting for another moment as she reached into the apothecary satchel at her hip.<br/><br/>Stuffing a brownish colored leaf between her teeth, and chewing quickly, Zarya grimaced slightly at its bitter taste, as she swallowed it down to ease her sour stomach. She realized that he had asked her some questions, and she wondered if she'd be so lucky as to have found aid so immediately. When she did finally reply, she spoke slowly, waiting for the illness to pass.<br/><br/>"Alucard?" His name felt foreign as she spoke it. Despite her shaky voice, she continued on. "My name is Zaryana Myst." She spoke formally, carefully enunciating her words in the way of one well-educated, although in truth, she was not. "As for why I came here, well I couldn't tell you where 'here' is, so if you could help me with that, I would very much appreciate it. I seek my parents. They are called Maryana and Zevon Myst." Here, she looked rather uncomfortable. "I hear they travel to places ... worlds, often. Do you know of them?" Hope colored her voice, and crept into her clear, blue eyes at her last question.<br/><br/>Having come from such a small village, the young woman had no idea that some worlds are far more vast than the one she came from; she assumed that if her parents had been here, that surely someone must have heard tell of them.<br/></span></span>