Mage of the Tricore Redux

There was emptiness.
That was the only way you could describe that place. No, even then, “empty” wasn’t the proper term.
There was nothing. It was neither light or dark, warm or cool, loud or quiet. Numbness took over her body as she floated in this isolated nothingness, unfeeling, unthinking. She could not remember how long she had been in this wretched place, or how she had even gotten here.
Not like it mattered. She was there, and she could do nothing about it but accept it.
Then, like the small spark that gives birth to a roaring fire, a minuscule detail changed that place in such a quick and dramatic fashion. The quiet, distant spinning of gears was proof. Proof of what, she did not know. But as her ears focused on that one proof of sound, an odd yet familiar feeling of warmth washed over her as the numbness itself became nothing. And, for the first time in what felt for quiet a while, she opened her eyes.
The sudden brightness blinded her, but soon the world around her became clear. She quickly found the source of the whirling gears: a small wind-up toy dragonfly that zoomed around her head. It dropped gently into her hands, its four “wings” spinning above its body like the blades of a helicopter. A feminine voice whispered softly in her mind, so quiet and gentle that she could barely hear what it said.
“Welcome back.”
She whipped her head around, trying to find the source of the voice, but instead was met with the sight of a glorious marble fountain, decorated with statues of three winged goddesses and spinning wheels. The sight and sound of water trickling was unusually calming, along with the cool breeze that brushed against her skin. She looked into the water and saw an unfamiliar person with bright, curious blue eyes and long wavy hair, the color of chestnuts. She had a pale face with freckles childishly drawn across her cheeks, an image of youth. She’s really pretty, she thought to herself, unaware who the girl in the water was. She sat there for quite a while, admiring her reflection as if it were a completely different person.
“Um, Miss?”
Her thoughts were interrupted by a young voice. She turned and blue eyes met more blue. The boy was much younger than her, but he looked unfazed and knowledgeable and had an unsociable vibe come off of him. He held a small leather-bound book close to his chest and kept his chin down while his dull blue eyes stared up at her.
“Aren’t you cold?”
She pondered his question for a bit, confused as to why he would ask such a question out of the blue, before realizing that all she was wearing was a thin hospital robe. Her face quickly turned into a bright red as she threw her arms around herself, covering her sensitive bits. The toy dragonfly landed on her head, buzzing almost teasingly.
The boy sighed, hoping someone would stop by and offer this girl a jacket so he didn’t have to give up his own. “What’s your name, Miss?” he asked, oblivious to her obvious embarrassment.
“K-kleis,” the girl said without thinking. It just came out and it sounded just about right, she thought.
“Alright, Miss Kleis,” the boy said, his annoyance evident in his voice, “We should start by getting you some actual clothes.”
"Where am I?" Kleis asked, looking around curiously. They appeared to be in a park with the fountain as a centerpiece; she could spot taller buildings in the distance and a towering wall even farther than that. The fountain was beautifully decorated: The statues were so realistic that Kleis felt as if they could come to life at any moment.
The boy shrugged, before noticing other people appear by the fountain. "How should I know?" His words were sour, especially considering that they came from a boy as small and young as him. "We might be finding that out soon."