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[CrimsonMoon]

Indigo smiles and looks away

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"Let's go,"Olin said suddenly, obviously not comfortable with discussing that.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Indeed," She murmurs with a knowing smile

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He urged his stallion on and the animal gave a whicker of annoyance, his tail swishing though he did as he was told.

[CrimsonMoon]

-T I M E . S K I P-

As they traveled through the land... Indigo seemed to grow increasingly distracted... After a few hours... She finaly seemed to snap awake,"... Krackens choke dragons... And drag them to the bottom of the sea..." She whispers inaudibly

Maida glances at her and makes a noise of worry

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He looked over at Indigo, eyes narrowed, "What do you mean?"

[CrimsonMoon]

The princess doesnt answer but presses her head into the back of Maida's neck, her gaze clouded and blank.

Maida immediately gazes at him in sjock then pulls the horse to a stop, sliding off the mare and shaking Indigo. She looked terrified an pale but of course... Couldnt say why

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He guided his horse closer and gently touched Indigo's shoulder, "Hey, what's wrong?"

[CrimsonMoon]

Maida glances at him and desperately signs for paper

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He searched around in his pack, finding a spate piece of parchment, but no ink to write with.

[CrimsonMoon]

Maida looks frustrated and began to try and sign to him desperately, pointing to indigo

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He stared at her and shook his head, "I don't know what you're trying to say."

[CrimsonMoon]

Maida facepalms in exasperation, glancig at Indigo as she finally blinks and begins to move,"..."

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"Indigo...?" Prince Olin questioned hesitantly, his purple eyes narrowed.

[CrimsonMoon]

She slumps against Maida," I hate this," she rubs her temples

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"What's wrong?" he asked, "What happened?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Just a vision," she whispers," another riddle..."

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"A vision," the prince repeated, keeping tight rein on his stallion, "I wasn't aware you saw...visions."

[CrimsonMoon]

She nods and rests her head agains tthe mare's neck," Sometimes... Not usually.."

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"What was it of?" Olin asked, his voice stony and serious.