Memory Come When Memory's Old

He swayed and tottered as he came to a halt before her. She could see his mind struggle to process what lay before him, longing for death that his body refused to give him. The instinct to survive was the boys master but his subconscious was not without a knife in the dark and that knife was tipped with the name Esti. Hmm? D?gmar's memories trickled through her calculating gaze. Come to think of it she remembered seeing a female that looked similar to this boy? smelt similar. She'd attacked the girl when she was delirious with plague.


"No." D?gmar said coldly as he spoke the name to her. She was not Esti. The wraith stood still and quiet in her deadly patience as the boy struggled to process the femme that stood before him.


I don't. It refuses to let go of me.


"Then you have unfinished business. Business you can not complete walking the wastes like a ghost. Come. Your wounds need tending." The order was swift and sharp and she turned slightly, eyes watching him carefully for his answer.


"Speech"