[Her brow wrinkles. There's nothing in her current knowledge of the world that allows her to know what "Lestallum" is. It doesn't help that this obviously isn't her world.
(The memory of a prince whose company was temporary, but fun, lingers, she wonders if this is connected and if she'll be making another memory today.)]
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(The memory of a prince whose company was temporary, but fun, lingers, she wonders if this is connected and if she'll be making another memory today.)]
More than lost. I don't really belong here.