domasheir said:  “Upsy Daisy”

❛ You’re happy but you’re still in pain, ❜ she whispered softly, putting a hand on his chest over his heart.  ❛ I can feel it. ❜ The Echo gave Peach the special ability to feel what others felt as if it was her own.  ❛ Me too. ❜ She mourned those they had lost fighting for the freedom of Doma but she knew they’d want them to be happy, to keep fighting another day.

Not only could she feel what he was feeling, she could understand it too, Peach knew the responsibility that weighed down upon a heart when you were the ruler of a people. To lose someone you’re supposed to protect, there was no greater pain.  However, No one was yet aware of Peach’s true identity           she had feared being treated differently at first but now she had just carried the lie so far that she couldn’t find it within herself to tell anyone. What if they grew angry with her ? Turned their backs on her ? She feared to lose the FAMILY she had acquired.

His fingers wiped away stray tears that cascaded down plump cheeks and she couldn’t help but smile.  ❛ We had to do something          I  had to do something. I could not allow you to fight alone. ❜

          Getting out of Doma unseen was far easier, Koharu thinks, than finding an inconspicuous way back into Doma.

A ship would take too long; by her estimation, it's already been away a little over a year since "she" first left Doma, and there's less than a year to go until Doma's failed rebellion. She can't afford to waste time. So she settles on teleportation, but to where? The aetheryte in Monzen should still be intact for now, but it's closely guarded around the clock. Namai's aetheryte is no less conspicuous. Teleporting directly into the House of the Fierce... is not an option. Even assuming the aetheryte has yet to be destroyed, her welcoming to the Liberation Front's base of operations would not be a warm one after the way she had left things.

So, farther away, then. Tamamizu? No, she has no relations with the Kojin in this time. Onokoro... She stops her pacing around the Crystal Tower's Ocular, hopeful, then shakes her head, sighs, and resumes her pacing. Too many pirates. She would need to deal with them to find a way across the Ruby Sea regardless, but starting with teleporting into a Confederacy outpost was perhaps not the best way to curry their favor.

Kugane, then. Neutral territory, with the aetheryte seeing frequent comings and goings. From there she can find transport to just outside of Isari and make her way into Yanxia from there. It was the long way, to be sure, but it was safe. With a plan decided, she closes her eyes, focuses, and only the faint echo of her teleportation spell remains in the Ocular until it, too, ceases, leaving no trace she was ever there at all.

She scoffs. Safe.

Indeed, getting to Yanxia had been the easy part. Yet even traveling at night, there were more Imperial patrols than she'd recalled and making her way the long way to the north around the mountains and up the One River unseen had been far more challenging than anticipated.

As she rows her stolen borrowed boat up the river, the anxiety gnawing at her insides grows. She'd left because she had been unable to convince those around her that the visions she claimed to have were true. She'd left because the visions had frightened her. What hope does she have that things will be any different? That she can somehow do in this second chance what she had been unable to do the first time? Her hands on the oars hesitate. She thought that she'd thought this through, that her resolve in coming back to try again had been strong enough. That she could — would — endure everything all over again for a better end. But now...

And then, as she rows out into the middle of the darkened river, there it is, sleeping silently atop the cliffside overlooking the Dragon's Struggle: Monzen — dimly lit, almost peaceful save for the towering Kiyofusa and Imperial patrols, but very much hale and mostly whole. Her chest tightens, eyes burn, and it takes every ounce of willpower to stifle the sob that threatens to tear out of her throat. For a moment she simply sits there, swiping away at tears ere they can fall, watching the city as it rests. Within those walls her friends, her comrades, her family all rest under Garlemald's watchful eye. Alive.

Her hands tighten on the oars again and she pulls hard on them, propelling herself closer to the city, towards the darkened mercantile docks, prepared to silence any who may be patrolling it.

If this is to succeed, I must find an ally.

One person who would listen, who would believe. Someone who would understand the what is at stake and not allow pride to blind them. Someone willing to do what needs to be done. Someone who —

Her eyes move from the city to the castle that watches over it, still standing strong; a symbol of the nation to all who look upon it. She changes her course, rowing hard towards the Enclave.

Someone who understands that Doma is not a set of stone walls, but the people within it.

It is nearly dawn by the time she pulls the little boat to shore between the Enclave and Doma Castle. Retrieving her things from the sole of the boat, she sets off towards the castle, keeping off the main path. If she knew @domaheir, no doubt he would find time to make his way to the dense bamboo groves behind the castle to train.

She need only make camp and wait.

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FREEDOM was a beautiful thing; it filled the air and the spirits of the Doman people and it brought Peach great joy to see their relief, their happiness. She didn’t think she could refuse any more gratitude. There was nothing to thank, she only did what was right, and she didn’t do it alone. Everyone had worked together to bring about this change. They should be celebrating themselves and their strength, their bravery.

Someone else should also be celebrating. 

The princess found Hien sitting alone, brow puckered and wrinkled from worry, from concern. She watched him for a moment before leaning down to place pink lips against his forehead. She didn’t know what possessed her to be so forward with her affection, maybe she just hoped her kiss would soothe his brow.

❛ Careful, your face might get stuck if you keep making that face. ❜