Chasing shadows

If nothing else she at least now had a name and a direction. As she set out from the hot springs everything felt right, as though she had done this journey before… (well, apparently she had). It wasn’t until she crossed the bifrost and the castle loomed in the distance that the trepidation set in. Maybe, it was a bad idea coming south, after all, all she had was a name. The journey, while enjoyable hadn’t stirred any missing memories, hadn’t triggered anything meaningful. What if they hated her? What if she had done something that meant she had to leave?

She should have asked Grimshaw for more information.

To distract herself, she began to nose through the plants that grew to either side of the partially obscured pavers. The scents tickled the back of her brain, like she should know more about them than she did. It was all so frustrating.

"speech".