Of Monsters and Memories

As she spoke to Crux, he got up and brought himself a little closer. Lying down by the lake’s edge. She took one more sip of the stream to fortify herself, before trotting over to Crux’s side. Her natural shyness warred with her desire to get to know this wolf a little better. He had saved her life, and it was hard to be weary of someone who had acted so selflessly. Still, as she settled down beside him, there was enough distance that the meandering wind didn’t push their fur together.

“Do you know much about herbs? I’m trying to learn a little myself. Or, re-learn, i’m not really sure…” She trailed off. Had she mentioned her amnesia to him? She had been too busy dying to remember if she had blurted it out.

“I can’t imagine that makes your life easier. It's awful when your body betrays you, isn’t it?” She said with a sigh. Between her memory, and her asthma, she was definitely feeling that lately.


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