How Do We Move On? AKA There's A Hole in This Barrel of Wine [Sparrow]

Having no need for oxygen, Pyralis decided to sit in one of the wine barrels stored in the cavern. She giggled to herself, pretending she was swimming in the wine and wondering why she hadn't done this when alive. She could almost smell it, almost taste it. Memory was returning swiftly to her and even if she was devoid of her senses she was not devoid of her imagination. Pyralis spun about, oblivious to the frost forming on the outside of the barrel. She still had yet to recall the name of her killer but she could clearly see the woman's face and each day the name danced closer and closer to recollection. Though was that truly the reason she had 'unfinished business'? What exactly was she supposed to do about that? She had purposely goaded the woman into killing her, that much she recalled. Pyralis tried to blow bubbles in the wine but failed to make anything happen. Drat! She didn't seem to have the ability to react with the physical world as much as she would've liked. Ah well, she could still find ways to entertain herself.