Hargeon had been overwhelming. There had been good memories, there had been bad ones. There had been very vague ones. So she had seen something that looked like a symbol, that of a horse with like feathers, wings or so, in a blue colour and well... It must be a pegasus. A Blue Pegasus to be honest and now she stood in front of the Guild Hall. She was not sure how Guilds worked, not yet. It was not a memory that she could recognize or a vision that explained more. But maybe that's why she should ask questions. She hoped that someone would be able to actually do so or at least was kind enough to show her where to ask the questions anyway.

But if she was honest, this made her nervous. It felt like she was actually infiltrating someone's house. She shivered, the attack that she had seen in front of her eyes, or well like a vision, returned. The attack of Blue Pegasus? Had that been a thing? Should she ask that as well or would that upset everyone way too much? She twiddled with her thumbs before deciding that this was a quest, and that was apparently normal to ask of Guild members. But as she looked up at the building, it still felt so unsure to step inside. She lingered at the door, should she? Anyone here to ask? But of course, at moments like this, everyone seemed to be gone. Was there a doorbell? She could not remember if Caelum had something like guilds or if that was taken away from her memory as she had always been with the family. Always been in the Cult. She wished that she could be more abrash, more steadfast. She felt like a shy baby and that did not give her answers. So another deep breath and she stepped inside. She could after all honestly excuse herself if this was not the case. Her accent and not yet fluent-Fiorian was probably obvious. Though she was looking for someone, she was certainly quickly distracted and looked around when she entered. It was so pretty here, so different.

Maybe she should focus, and repeat the question. She was looking for answers for Adelaide. She wanted to know what a guild was, she wanted to know the attack on Blue Pegasus, if that was true, and if it were visions or something that happened in the past. She wanted to find someone that looked like... looked like the picture in her memory. With beautiful raven black hair, Adelaide her best friend. Her name started with an A as well. But it was so long ago that she had visions that she could not remember... or well visions about that. If only the other visions had been more clear. This was confusing and frustrating and a mild headache bothered her now as well. Maybe she would get a new one, hopefully, she would not leave a bad impression.

While still a little hesitant, Mary Jane looked around and wondered what she should do. All the nerves and senses in her body told her to turn around and run. No. Not possible, not if she wanted answers. She felt that this was a collision of her normal nature. The headaches returned and she wished it would all just stop. Not in the sense of her life but that she would know what to do and stop feeling so damn dumb! Answers were out of her reach and nothing was not going to happen if she was not going to continue... But she also told herself two days ago to take it slow. She did not want to get seriously ill from these visions and headaches.

She heard a sound and stared at her left. She had not even noticed that there was a pool. She had been far too deep into her thoughts to notice but now it was hard to notice. She let her eyes go over Alisa and she felt that sharp twang in her head, like someone pushed a sharp knife through her right eyebrow. Although she had never had it, it was the best way to describe it. That face, the beautiful black hair and the bright eyes. She had to close her eyes to look away and blinked a couple of times. Wow that had to be rude. She quickly turned her own golden eyes back to look at the beauty. She was unable to speak, words simply disappeared. The name of this woman was on the tip of her tongue and yet she did not know anything. It was like she saw her twice, a slight younger version of this woman and this one, merched as Mary Jane watched. Right... name. God she started to sound like Michael.

"I am sorry, that was rude of me. I am Mary Jane. I am-I am ehm new to Fiore and I..." and I what? How was she going to explain that she was hunting or following someone's visions? That might even make her weird for Fiore standard. "I am trying to find someone or well answers about her and I was looking for I think her name was Alisa." That made sense right? That was clear she was not here to join the guild but she did not immediately dismiss it as she was new to Fiore. She realised that she mumbled and jumbled up everything. She was not trying to find answers for Alisa, "It's about Adelaide." Okay, now she had to admit how she knew Adelaide if this person could direct her to Alisa. She did not nothing about Adelaide. She assumed thanks to the magic and the visions that the woman was dead. But that would be a horrible thing to say if she was not a hundred per cent certain. She should not have come here. She should turn around and leave, but she could not. Not with all the emotions that she held on to as she thought about the visions.

This pretty woman telling her that it might be a little overwhelming was definitely knocking down the impact it had. She did remember Michael's jest and everything but it was well... it was... she was lost for words. How pretty this lady was (and she had no idea who this lady was). She was explaining that she was trying to find someone because of someone else and she realised saying it in the way she had done... Made it all the more confusing. She was looking for an Alisa. Thank god not the Guildmaster called Alice, but that did not matter right now. How to take precious time away from anyone else, it felt a little rude nonetheless. So she was looking for Alisa to talk about Adelaide. Not sure if Adelaide was dead or not, she assumed that she was, why else gain visions.

She took a deep breath and said it, albeit cleared it up and she looked at this model of a person. Yes, Blue Pegasus was definitely for the pretty faces. She noticed the quick change in stance when she dropped the name Adelaide. There was a spark, so this person did know her. Or was this person Alisa? How lucky would that be! Her wedding? She had not had flashbacks or visions of that yet. It was not really flashbacks if it were not your own memories. And the war this woman must be speaking about, that must be the memory of her feeling choked and feeling every bone break in her body. She shuddered for a second.

Obviously the last question was to be expected and yet... no one asked it really before. She opened her mouth to speak, than close it again. How normal was this? Even in a magical world. Should she speak about visions or about another way that she had gained the insights of Adelaide. "I ehm. Eh..." Oopsie, this question overwhelmed her. "I get visions..." See this woman her stance and look in her eyes had changed once she mentioned the name. She had been at the wedding of Adelaide and the blond man that she saw in her visions. So... she must be dear to Adelaide. "I get visions from her life and I am trying to find her or... find her loved ones to tell them what possibly happened." Though she had never seen Adelaide die, it only made sense... right?

Hallelujah Mary Jane? Had you not promised yourself not to mention visions and look at her. The next day! She looked at her own feet, not sure how to explain this issue about visions. She again did not want to sound crazy and yet she wanted to find answers. Those moments about the attack on Blue Pegasus and the knights fighting, at least that's what Mary Jane thought she had seen. She could not always hear everything, but she was sure she had heard Adelaide say something about knights. What knights were was still a mystery as well but for now she had found someone that might be able to help.

It was an assumption, that was for sure. But she told Alisa that it was about Adelaide her life. "I have to be honest, I assume she is no longer with us because how else would I get visions of her life." She shivered again when she thought about the fight she had with a prisoner here in the streets of Hargeon. That had been very vivid. "Sometimes her visions overwhelm me and I see how she walked the streets of Hargeon." Would this happen to every city she would go to in Fiore? That would be a heavy burden to carry for sure. She was not sure why the Illumin had given her this but she had to hold on. Find more answers and be able to give this to her loved ones. "So you did know her?" Mary Jane asked relieved, this really was Alisa? That was an obvious expression of that on her face. That she was glad that she might be able to get some answers.

Mary Jane stared with big golden eyes at Alisa when she figured out indeed that she had been so rude as not to introduce herself. A red crimson blush appeared on her pale cheeks. "Oh, I am so sorry. My name is Mary Jane Nightingale. I travelled here from Caelum." Which was only the more strange why she would inherit the Fioran woman her memories. She put her hands on her cheeks as she felt them burning red. God, that was bad. "I eh, I eh had a vision about her wedding, I had a vision about the attack on this guild, something also with a demon. She has been wandering around to find her husband in the last years. I think she was forced to stay away from him after they had been taken hostage. It was hard to understand. I think she ended her journey in Caelum." Almost five or six years ago.

For the first time, Mary Jane realized that memories did not mean death. Alisa explained something that she had never thought of. Knights. Rune Knights or Holy Knights. They might be able to take someone's memories and insert it into another being. But why... and when would they have found Mary Jane. So this was not magic? This was not something done by the Divine? It felt like her world which had been very colourful turned out to be just black and white. Was that why she had been called a miracle? Because they inserted memories into her mind? Than who was Mary Jane and who was Adelaide and and and... stop. This would not give her any help at the moment.

She watched Alisa motion her to sit down and although a bit clumsy, she followed the example. She wanted to know so much about the woman whose memories she apparently inherited. This might mean that she was alive. Thank god she found Alisa first before actually telling someone that Adelaide was dead. She swallowed that feeling of bile and disaster away from her throat. The country had been in disray. Well, thank god she had not been here. She was not sure if she could handle that.

This really was Alisa, how lucky Mary Jane had been. She looked the woman up and down, the red blush not instantly disappearing from her cheeks. However she froze and closed her eyes when she heard the last words. Maybe Adelaide still was in Caelum? Than she had traveled to the wrong country. "Than I need to figure out where she is so we, I mean I can rescue her." Maybe that was her task, not actually finding her loved ones, but finding her... the real Adelaide. Though it might be helpful if her loved ones were tough and powerful mages that wanted to help... Alisa was far more impressive in probably everything than this little nightingale ever would be.