+++ 奇跡国 - Miracle Country +++

[Because she did see the entry, what are filters to a goddess? She spends a good time simply staring at the journal, doodling on one corner of the page (a few flowers, a little drawing of tomatoes) as she wonders how to explain]

[Uhm...] I'm... I'm sorry, if anyone was upset by what Homura-chan said. I understand, if you'd rather not get involved. [She's not meant to have friends like these anymore, is she?]

But I wouldn't let her hurt anyone. And I know she wouldn't truly want to. [And she's wrong about that, but she's the goddess of hope, of course she believes the best of everyone] It's my own fault, that Homura-chan is so protective of me. I've hurt her countless times, and made her worry so much over me.

I am very grateful, for the kindness everyone here has showed me. I won't ever forget that, no matter what. [Even if everyone decides to stay away.]

[When she arrives to Kiseki, Freya seems scared and overwhelmed, unsure of what had happened in the last couple of hours. She remembers getting ready to run away before Merlin came back; leaving the strawberry colored flower and the dress he had gotten here there in the catacombs. But then, next thing she knew she was in a strange place, with a journal in her hand.]

Kiseki… I’m not sure if this is anywhere close to Camelot or not… But it has a lake. It almost seems like a place taken from my dreams or my memories… Like the place Merlin promised me to take me too. I’m sure he would have loved this place.

I wonder if he already noticed that I left Camelot without him… I hope it didn’t hurt him so much, but he had a great life and it wasn’t fair for him to leave it because of someone like me. There is so much I owe him. I’ll make sure to repay him one day. Somehow…

[She's pretty much talking to herself close to the lake, thinking about everything and trying to take it all in.]

[It begins in the park, in the shade of a tree to avoid the light of the sun. He has been to his room, to the library and school. He is angry with you, Kiseki.]

It is cruel to tease.

[Distracted eyes fall on the journal beside him, recording his every movement, his fingers reaching out to touch its cover and binding, concealing its magical pages. One of the many things he doesn't understand, wants to understand, but right now, he can't bring himself to care. There is a heavy disappointment settling on him and a passive expression that could mean any number of things.]

I would have liked to have slept a while longer still.

[For just a second, something wavers in his gaze and he smiles a ghost of a smile, bitterness and annoyance hidden beneath the empty gesture.]

... very cruel indeed.

[Waking, no matter how long, never ceases to remind him of that burning thirst. He finally takes it in his hand, and as he lifts it, so too does the pretense of pleasantness that he is so very good at.]

I hope things have been well, Kiseki. Has it been eventful?