His mind was like a flower that should have blossomed ages ago, and perhaps it had, but it had snapped shut once again. And again. And again. And now it felt as if he were struggling to get it open once again. He could see the color drain from the woman's cheeks. He had no idea what sort of world it was that he had entered but obviously there were certain expectations for him.<br/><br/>There was a certain nostalgia to the way Tilda spoke that truly intrigued him. There was no doubt that they had some kind of past together, but she stepped out of his grasp. His hands slowly dropped down to his waist leaving him to ponder the present situation. But not for long.<br/><br/>"Auguste, dear, why are you standing here with this servant," came a voice from the doorway. Auguste turned and saw a lithe woman standing there garbed in an elegant dress that seemed to glow and looked as if it had been made from satin. The dress covered her body like an elegant liquid and flowed with her movements. Her eyes were a startling shade of deep blue and she had silvery blonde hair which was tied up in an incredibly neat bun. Elbow length satin gloves that matched her dress covered her hands. Modesty was important, particularly for females, but Raqiza had always flirted with the boundary line. The danger exhilarated her.<br/><br/>Held in her hand was a cigarette on a long cigarette holder. She took a deep puff and then glared at Tilda. "What have you been doing up here with my son? This is not your station."<br/><br/>"It's my fault, mother," Auguste quickly stated. "She heard me freaking out and so she came to check up on me. Really you should be thanking her. I....I feel like I've lost so much again and I don't know anything anymore, and-"<br/><br/>"Oh shush, darling. It's okay," Raqiza cooed softly. She walked over to him and pulled him into a gentle hug. "I suppose I'll have to tell you the story once again since your father is never around to properly care for you. You suffered a horrible accident but you're alive. Your memory will keep coming back and maybe one day it will actually stick around. But for now, don't fret. All is well." She kissed Auguste softly on the forehead and then pulled back, turning a sharp eye on Tilda. "You! Why are you just standing there? Go put on a pot of tea! I appreciate your concern for my son, but your place isn't here!"