virtue comes home to roost

Theory

Something called her here. It was the vaguest notion of warmth, but that couldn't be quite right. It was summer now and everything was warm. Maybe not warmth but... comfort? It was a memory that tickled at her brain, flitting in and out of focus: laying on this beach, digging her toes into the sand, dreaming of a different future.

She had pushed past the discomfort of travelling further and further from the East. There was a call that echoed to her down the coast, but if she listened too hard to it, her stomach clenched with anxiety and fear. No, no. Best not to go back that way. Not for now. She had the distinct impression that if she answered the call, found whatever was waiting at the end of this damned tether drawing her back towards the coast, she would fall apart completely. And she had just begun to piece everything back together! So instead she followed this feeling - this memory.

Theory let out a deep sigh when her paws hit the sand, emptying her lungs entirely. She felt like she'd been holding her breath for the last mile. The sands were plush and invitingly warm on this perfect summer day. A blue, blue sky stretched on above towards the horizon line and she couldn't spot a single cloud in the sky. Summer in all of its glory. Theo padded down towards the water, grinning as it kissed her paws. She had always loved the ocean. Oh. Yes. I have always loved the ocean, she thought, bemused. Each day she remembered more, but it came in strange fragments: loving the ocean, her favorite food, the bright sound of laughter that didn't belong to her. Most faces and names and important things, those were still lost. Trying to focus on what she could remember, Theory turned her face up to the sun and closed her eyes against the warmth, licking the salty air from her lips. "I love the ocean," she whispered to herself.

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