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Walking through the castle of Askr left Hazel feeling strangely nostalgic. There was an almost magical quality to the atmosphere that readily lent itself to her imagination. Then again, it was hard not to imagine the endless possibilities even as they walked around her.
Mystical guns that summoned heroes from afar, royalty that held her in esteem, people who could turn into dragons, birds, and other beasts, tacticians and knights, archers and mages, wyverns and pegusi she could not only touch, but ride. The world was so filled with impossible possibilities, she came to think for the first time in a long time, that there might be a home for her. She was so loved here. Wanted. And she wanted to stay.
Now that she was back, the feelings resurfaced, and tears ran down her face. Alfonse whirled, trying quickly to determine the problem. Sharena was close behind, asking what hurt.
“I’m fine…” She hiccuped softly.
The pair looked at her dubiously as she wiped at her eyes. She shook her head, trying to loosen her mouth and shake away the tears. They wouldn’t stop flowing.
“It’s...It’s like coming home.” She managed.
The siblings relaxed. Sharena gave her a sunny smile as she gripped Hazel’s hand. Alfonse gave her his own kind and understanding smile.
“Welcome back.” They agreed.