<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Freya Seree Acantha</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Princess Freya</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/a2c6e264-3a65-4102-946a-ac7eb0b5209e_zpsd9b16921.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Freya looked up as a voice began to speak. It was a handsome man who had sat across from her, extending his hand. She looked at it curiously, unsure of what he wanted. Was it some strange custom of his people? When she didn't take the hand, he seemed to brush over easily. His name was Raphael, but she could call him Geek--whatever that meant.<br/><br/>He began to explain that he wanted to help her, and she wondered if this was some sort of psychological game they were playing with her. The thought was dismissed though as the man seemed genuinely concerned for her. He asked if he could put some odd adhesive pads in her, explaining what they were for. She nodded her consent. <br/><br/>At the man's compliment, her cheeks pinkened a little, but she looked down so he wouldn't see. She had never been in such a vulnerable situation as this. At least not since her hunting accident all those years ago. She tried to recall the years since then, and she realized with some worry that there were patches of memory missing. Her eyes watered some, tears causing them to look glossy.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"I don't remember a lot of things...“</span> she said quietly to him, <span style="color: #80BF00">"Will you be able to figure out why?“</span></div>