#embryonalis

     Again, there was a vision of red. 

      Yet this time around, the red approached her and not the other way around-- Hakuno hadn’t seen her for a moment but the woman who had quickly changed that, blocked her path by swiftly moving in front of her. Now the Master saw her, and she could understand why she had been stopped. This was another of the three potentials, ones she could not accurately place. Yes, she remembered her. It seemed she was the same as her recollections presented as well, for her hands were on her hips awaiting a response to her greeting, an acknowledgement. The Servant in red seemed almost concerned, perhaps due to Hakuno having to take a moment to fully recall her. 

          “Not even a proper weapon- this is more of a symbol than an item which I can protect myself with!” The plastic scepter waves about, speed increasing with his growing annoyance while its hollow plastic clinks against the gold that dangles at his ears. Time has done little to ease his frustrations which now manifest into the physical to keep still without the outlet of pressing matters or his kingly duties. “Eugh, I at least deserve the little ones who can do nothing- they are domesticated in their fiercest moments and lazy at their worst.” A curse. “Horus guide me through this undoubtedly insolent city.”