<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/34/0b/f4/340bf484e3a74f83547a6f71262d24c8.jpg?b=t)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Korey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805160#msg14805160)<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Anyone, really.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gaia, Unknown<br/><strong>?Wearing:</strong>A Masterpiece of turmoil (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/db/cf/b7/dbcfb7e5487a7f9569af6ca8bddd5d29.jpg)<br/><strong>?Mood:</strong>Nervous, confused - help?!<br/><hr/><i>Why...?</i><br/><br/>It was one of a million different questions that hadn't stopped playing through her head since they had first come upon her. The<i>Platinum Legion</i>was what they had called themselves. It was enough to stifle the entirety of her father's court into a deafening silence. Even the man himself, the one that had battled her mother so tirelessly for the right to claim her, said nothing. He simply sat back, a grave mask ever plastered to his face as she was torn away in shackles like a dangerous criminal.<br/><br/>But<i>why?</i><br/><br/>Clearly there was some sort of mistake, she had cried in alarm. They had to have taken her for someone else. Surely this was just one colossal accident. Whoever they were they simply could not possibly be there for<i>her</i>. It didn't matter. Nothing she said, no amount of begging or pleading changed anything. She was stripped of her belongs, even her treasured heirlooms, and tossed into a cell with little more than a plain frock she was fairly certain had once been white.<br/><br/>For three days she toiled among her own thoughts in confinement, more concerned with all this uncertainty than her isolation. Isolation she could deal with. Isolation had been her home. Not knowing why something was occurring could drive her bonkers. It was a symptom shown as clearly on her person, riddling her dress with an overgrowth of weeds and poisonous flowers, as it had tainted her own sense of clarity.<br/><br/>Was with her father's doing? Had he finally grown tired of her antics? Of her attempts to thwart him at every turn? Or perhaps it was an attempt of her mother at reclamation? Neither were fun conclusions in her head, nor were they quite so likely. Why would her father banish her away when his hand never grew tired of striking her? When he seemed so giddy to watch her mother squirm as he held her up and out of her reaches? And if this were an attempt of her mother, it was certainly a strange one. She might have thought her mother grew wise, until she was stripped of an immortality she hadn't exactly been aware she had to begin with, and was sent careening to some unknown land with<i>other people</i>. Neither of which was her mother's M.O. at all.<br/><br/>"Eeep!" The woman cried when she hit earth as though she'd simply slipped from her feet, rather than falling thousands of feet through the air. Before she could even manage to wiggle her way out of the sandy grave she found herself quickly sinking beneath, she could hear discourse rousing nearby. "A-ah-- H-help!" The girl called with just a touch of alarm. She didn't want to be rude and interrupt them, but to be fair sand was sinking down the sides of the small crater her body had made and currently only flailing limbs and her head were unburied. "If you would, please, that is?" She added, just to be extra polite. Who knew what sort of scallywags she was thrown down here with! She didn't want to gain any undue attention.