<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/afRPyAC.jpg?1)</div><strong>Princess Harriet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293833.msg14440794#msg14440794)</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 35/35, AC/TAC/FFAC: 20/11/19, CMD: 22, Active spells: N/A, Postcounter: 1<br/>Languages: Common, Abyssal</div></div><br/><strong>Location</strong>Senval, to Valenlands<br/><strong>Taggging</strong>Harriet<br/><br/>The dreams. The dreams, in isolation, were not bothersome. In fact, they were not overly dissimilar from the dreams she had had<em>before.</em>The primary difference was that they felt so real, so visceral. When she was there, in the dreamed reality, she could taste the tinges of tension in the air, could feel the flesh-born fancies at her fingertips, and she wore the regal power that was hers to use however she wished. In that land, she was mighty and strong, able to crush any underfoot, and yet not needing or even wanting to as her friends fell over themselves to bend to her power.<br/><br/>Plus, that whole 'formal business meeting while someone was under her' was something new, and spicy. It even wandered in her daydreams now.<br/><br/>But that's why the dreams were so torturous - they were but dreams, and every morning Harriet was brought back into the realm of the waking less than happy. The remnants of those feelings, the tastes of things she wanted, lingered for a time but stayed out of reach in her waking hours. This pissed Harriet right off, because it was there! Right there! She had made the fucking wish, and all she got was dreams! It was as if a starving man had wished for food, and had been gifted naught but the ability to envision the desired meal in crystal clarity.<br/><br/>But the message, the message was new. She flicked it open and gave it a quick read, memorizing the words and map easily enough. Princesses had to constantly be on their toes, for princessing was a high-octane career, and in order to facilitate that Harriet had mastered abilities to cut down on the more tedious of tasks. Tedious tasks that, until this morning, had included tracking down who she might talk to to... renegotiate some of the details of her wish. Unfortunately, for all of her wonderful and many talents, hitting up the library like some kind of nerd was not one of the things she excelled at. But this Miss Aikatan seemed like she had some ideas, or at the very least was the kind of nerd who liked libraries. And frankly, that was enough to get Harriet to pack up her bags immediately, acquire some assistance with donning her armor, tweak her magic sleeves to cover her steel with a red illusory dress that highlighted assets, and then hit the road, leaving that near-hovel hotel behind her.<br/><br/>She did get a little side-tracked with the assistant, the daughter of the inn's owner or something, but the girl had been left behind in the room, alive and feeling<em>quite </em>good. Harriet herself had a place to be, a watchtower to get to and a mage to meet. So, weapon in hand and with a whistled tune on her lips, the dhampir set out, somewhat relieved to now have a destination in mind. And, judging from the letter, she'd likely get the chance to meet new friends. And really, that was half the fun of traveling anywhere!