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[cwene]

You have reached Her Most Royal Majesty Nima, by the Grace of the gods, of Eros and the Sea of Samorrah and Her other Realms and Territories Queen, Defender of the Faith.

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[samantha_grey]

...thank you. [She sighed.] I guess... I just want others to see what I see.

[cwene]

We all find our happiness in different ways, but I'll t-try to get to know her, too.

[samantha_grey]

...thanks. I don't expect people to just 'accept.' You have your own gods. It's just, that it would be nice if there weren't so few that saw.

[cwene]

It's difficult, I think, because we're all t-trapped here by the Maeve. Seeing past their power isn't easy.

[samantha_grey]

Hope... is a dangerous commodity. It is too easy to dash away. Too easy to lose.

[cwene]

It's funny. When I first started come out of my room to meet all of you, I had no hope. I thought it was dangerous. My gods give me strength, and I trust them, but all of you gave me hope.

[samantha_grey]

It's... a little ironic to think of myself as someone who helps bring hope, but if that's the case I'm glad. And it's really good to hear you say that.

[cwene]

I'm glad. [She yawns, the sound obvious though she tries to cover it.] I'm s-sorry, I'm... very tired, these days. If you don't mind, I'm going to have a nap.

[samantha_grey]

Oh, of course. I'll talk to you later, Regina. Get some rest.