where it all began

Eyrún's life had been cut far too short. At least she'd seen through to the birth of her son, though her time with him had been far too short. She wondered if he even remembered her now - not that it mattered much in the afterlife. It was an entirely different existence there, free of worry and hope... though suddenly she found herself phasing in and out of the sort of existence she remembered before her death. She'd been here before, this exact place; though things looked much different now. The sky was dark and the stars blindingly bright, and the strange growths that littered the world seemed like something from the afterlife. And was she... walking? She saw her paws hit the ground, practically felt the wind on her coat. There were so many things she didn't feel but somehow she'd come back, and though Eyrún was certain this state was temporary she intended to take full advantage of it. Her son was the first thought in her mind, Aryn second - she'd made her promise she'd take care of her son and she could only assume she'd stayed true to her word. And it seemed... she was nearby. Though she could not smell her she somehow knew she was close, and so Eyrún didn't hesitate to find her, moving silently through the thick fog until a silhouette appeared ahead of her, curled tightly into itself. "Aryn?" She called out, deeply surprised to hear the sound of her own voice- it seemed so real to her that for a moment she forgot that she'd left this world at all. "You're unwell," she stated after a few strides closer, an observation rather than a question.