ranuncullaes wilts in the direction of the Princess. 

       “Tuls….” 

   Rubbing at the edges of her face, Nevy felt her eyes sting with tears and nose sniffle; trying to clear itself up so that she could breathe ( if one such as her could ). The greenery and flowers had alerted her to the presence of the other spirit, trapped in the confines of his hosts mind ( as she was her own ). Curiously the aquatic female danced her way out of the waters edges and towards a rounding corner that led into Maggie’s mind. 

    It was here that she spied the lumbering giant sitting before an array of his paintings of a woman she once knew, yet could not recall neither the name nor the specific events that would link them together. But seeing the giant – she knew… she knew it was him. 

   “Tuls…” She inquired once more, her angelic movements caused her kelp like tresses to sweep around the giant male, her vibrant yet elegant palms resting on either side of his shoulders. “It’s… really you.”