Remember Back When

Illusion remained silent, her mind absorbing Talyssa's words while her eyes darted across the group and the shifting landscape. The wind tugged at her fur as Talyssa began to speak of memory.

But when the tremor rippled beneath them, Illusion's body instinctively tensed, and she stumbled. Frustration filled her, a sneer encompassing her lips as she looked up to study Talyssa's unwavering stance. Why couldn't she do that? Jealousy was a hell of a thing.

The way Talyssa spoke about memory; it was not just a mental archive but an archive of sensations and emotions. Her face remained a mask, revealing nothing of the internal storm brewing beneath her calm exterior. Feelings. She had them, but they were separated into categories. Intense or nonexistent. So what did the feelings bit matter to her in a lesson about memory?


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