So why don't we just sway

The further she delved into this new land, the less she recalled. She knew the lands she traversed to have been unknown to her previous - and unfamiliar still - but she struggled to remember where she had been. Although her paws had crossed many a terrain since she washed up to Boreas's western shore, she remembered none of it. Each moment seemed like it was the beginning of her consciousness until the next bled in to replace it - but now something changed.

The woman, dressed in blush tones, navigated by dawn's bashful light, pale illumination tracing its fingers along the edges of all within its purview as it slowly chased away the crisp chill of night. The brisk quality of the air troubled the wolf not as she wandered aimlessly, her nose tipped skyward as she admired the shifting tones. A switch somewhere internal had been flipped and she felt different; as her paws crawled to a dumbfounded halt, she dropped her gaze from the sky to observe the land through owlish moonlit eyes. Tall grass reached toward the heavens, brittle and dry as the world chased winter's embrace. It spread high above her head, almost dwarfing her, and she was certain it would swallow her whole if she allowed it to.

It was not a fear of being lost that stopped her - should it even be possible for her to be 'lost' when she was without any perceived home or destination - but rather the newness of the moment. She remembered. Not much, but she held onto the last hour or so, which was more than she could claim previously. Most of the time, she would try to recall what she had just done only to feel fogginess spread through the space of her mind, obscuring details that should have been on the tip of her tongue with ease. As it was, the woman readily held onto little more than her name - Fiadh - and a series of impulses and instincts she could attribute to nothing concrete. Fiadh could feel the warmth of family but none of their faces nor their names; it was odd, the small woman thought, to have felt - been - so loved but have no memory of it, as though it were a work of fiction she fed her heart simply to sate it. But it was more than that, she just knew it. She had lived it.

Creeping forward, the sylphish woman wedged into the long grass, leaving it to whisper against her skin as she snaked her way through its breadth. What wonders awaited her, she did not know - but she welcomed them all the same. She would remember them this time.