Remember Back When

As the morning sun finally gave way to midday, Talyssa sat atop one of the constantly shifting hills. Her gaze scanned the barren landscape, eyes squinting occasionally as the pale winter light danced against the undulating waves of the hills. The wind whipped around her playfully, toying with the ink-dipped end of her tail. She swept her strikingly blue-grey gaze towards the caverns beneath, their darkness always looming ominously despite the daylight.

As per her usual as of late, she had a rag tag group of individuals with her, heir voices just whispers but amplified by the unique acoustics of the cavernous surroundings. Talyssa smirked, observing each new arrival with an appraising eye. Her impulsivity had led her to this moment, yet it was her heart that now guided her. Once everyone was settled, she cleared her throat to begin. “Let’s talk about memory.” Talyssa’s voice echoed through the still depths of the caverns- a soft melody against the grating discord of shifting gravel.

“Memory,” she began again, “is not just remembering names, faces, or facts…” As she spoke, an earthy tremor rolls under them - a reminder of the ever-present danger in this volatile landscape. Undeterred by the sudden shake, Talyssa steadied herself and continued with a confident smirk. "No, memory is more than that. It's about experiences, it's about feelings. It's about remembering the sensation of a harsh winter wind, or the smell of a fresh spring bloom."

"Talyssa Carpathius"