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What was painstakingly obvious to those around her was becoming clear to the princess herself: her family was not coming for her. Position and power, sacrificed! Fortune, squandered! It was the worst reality that Kitsch could have come to terms with and she had tried to rebel against it; to remain blind to what was happening right in front of her. It was been weeks and there had been so sign of scout nor guard, outrider nor vanguard — and during these weeks, the truth demystified that there were none out looking for her, none sent by the brutish king and lovely queen of Saio Baile to find their prodigal, stracciatella daughter. 

Sure, it was possible that her bounty hunters simply had not found her; for Kitsch’s adventure began in the midst of a snow storm which razed any scent trail or trackable markings that she may have left. In all likelihood, this was the truest possibility, as her family had several of the best trackers in their employ — but negativity and pain were emotions that the girl was quite attached to, so she threw herself into an otherworldly type of suffering. Crying and throwing herself about… it was really quite a sight! But... it hurt so much because Kitsch began to realize she knew this all along. Knew that one day, the gods would smite her for her foolish ways. Knew that her family didn’t truly love her and her constituents didn’t truly love her — only were told to love her. Her world was so fickle with its love!

Before long, the pearl found herself face to face with the gift from West: the singular poppy, stowed away safely in the confines of her den. Kitsch was saving it for something, but she did not know what. Maybe the girl hadn’t actually needed it until that moment, when she let herself feel the full breadth of emotions from her unintended ousting. Kitsch didn’t truly know what power the leathered plant held— simply thought it was medicine to cure aches and pains, like those of the woman she found lying the in snow. Kitsch’s pains weren’t of the physical sort, but [never the one to overthink these sorts of things] Kitsch at the entire plant and gagged at the earthen taste. Kitsch swilled the bitterness from her mouth at a nearby spring but eventually found herself moving quite far away from Ravensblood Forest in an attempt to clear her mind [and in an attempt to hasten the poppy’s elusive panacea]. 
 

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