SHADES OF COOL

Here live ghosts that she cannot do anything but breathe. Aegira Illiadis remembers nothing but her own name, not even the reason for the absence of two years from her brain. The woman has grown up beyond the boundaries of Alacritia, found her strengths and weaknesses, and now she has returned. She does not remember much; a russet-furred body of warmth, cuddled next to one the shade of deep midnight.
Ghosts she does not even remember. Were they inventions of her imagination, or impressions of things she would never pull back to her grasp? She doesn?t know, just like she doesn?t know many things. All she knows is that it?s her time here, and she?s going to see what happens within these borders.
She sighs, reclining onto the ground and licking a vibrant paw with a pink tongue. Her ears flicker, alert as always. She?s had to grow up on her own, learning to survive off of her own instincts and strength. That makes her extra vigilant, observant, suspicious, but it has kept her alive and that?s all that matters.