Evocation

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It has been a while since that horrible excuse for a dream.

Of course, Jocosa had alerted everyone, and of course, they all had their own conclusions. Marshel's being the most practical.

He had only heard of a certain area where people that have foreign hair colors exist. And it happens to be that their princess is in the castle.

Which is odd, why would a princess be involved with her? But Marshel also had to keep track of the fact that their young prince's description did match Jocosa's. Also with the similarities the two share regardless of that, both share similar facial features and wheat-colored hair.

But the timing is too coincidental.

But for now, they have decided to get used to having the girl with them as they try and solve the puzzling mystery. She has become accustomed to lending a hand with the domestic chores.

As she is now.

Settled on her knees next to the nimble young woman, Lola. She is teaching her the ways of the laundry.

Here the girls are; elbows deep in soapy water with a mix of colored clothes as they chat away.

"This is quite fun," Jocosa exclaims as she flicks her hair back from her face.

"Right!?" Lola giggles as she scrubs the clothing with enthusiasm. "Well I know I ask you this almost every day, but how are you feeling?" She pauses giving her arms a quick rest.

"And as I always respond, I'm fine. I mean it, I feel good here... with you," Jocosa nudges her shoulders playfully.

"I'm glad..." the girl doesn't finish as her hands delicately mess with the soapy water.

"What's the matter?" Jocosa asks worriedly.

"Well uh, I wanted to ask... what do you think you want to do if you don't retrieve your memories?"

Jocosa is stumped as she releases the cloth from her hand pondering on the sudden question. "Actually I haven't quite thought about that..."

The sudden sound of heavy footsteps puts a hold on their conversation.

"Why it can't be..." Lola widens at the figures on the horses.

"Mama? Father?" She yells excitedly jogging toward the pair.

"It is us, come here," her father holds a loving look for his little girl as he dismounts the chestnut-colored horse. He wraps his arms around her, Jocosa can tell that he has missed her.

"Ah don't leave your mother out," her mother speaks up stroking the horse's mane. Lola runs over to the woman responsible for her blonde hair, squeezing her ever so harder than she did her father. They break the hug as her mother caresses her face, "Hello my beautiful girl..." she notices Jocosa awkwardly standing watching them all, "who's this?"

Lola nervously chuckles taking hold of her mother's hand and beckoning her inside their cabin, "It's best you come in... it's a long story."