Guess I’m Lucky; Some Of Us Don’t Get A Second Chance

The next voice Memento heard was not Jacques but rather one even older in her life than he was. She could hardly believe her ears as she lifted her head and saw him there; her uncle. Her heart skipped a beat and Meme grinned widely as she called back to him. "Uncle Ulric!" She had found the first of her family and that filled her heart with hope she'd find the others.

After being helped to her paws the girl returned the embrace her uncle gave with a wide grin. "I was finding myself." When he drew back she looked upon him with her ghostly gaze. "I had to discover some things for myself… and I even ran into a new friend."

It was at that moment Jacques approached, caution in his stance. "Uncle Ulric, this is Jacques. He's been helping me in my journeys outside of Boreas and Auster. Making sure I don't get into another bad fight."

"A pleasure to meet you, sir." The jackal rumbled. "From my understanding the fight Meme is mentioning is the one she got her maim from." He frowned. "Don't let her fool you, she's still as reckless as ever."

"Jacques!!" Meme felt her cheeks get hot. He was right, sure, but she didn't want to get her uncle worried this soon after seeing him again.