Forget-Me-Not

Finally she left. Ellis knew she'd return to Imp, but right now it really didn't matter if she had her leader's permission to leave the lands to go on this journey. She could stand it no longer, the memories and dreams, the nightmares so vivid that Ellis rose in the night and stole away. The healer could only vaguely remember that place, letting her paws lead her on. Around her the wind howled in the night, and the small healer moved like a wraith across the ground. She had a mission, and damn her weakness, her failures, she could not afford to fail this time. Never... never would she make this mistake again.

Her heart burned with sorrow. She held a debt for the white woman she saw as her closest friend. She could see those purple eyes, those beautiful black markings upon an otherwise pristine white coat. Ellis didn't think -- it was all instinct that lead her to the range.

The closer the woman got, the more images stirred in her mind. Little talks, little memories. She was panting, her ears perked and her gaze wild. She was close... she had to be! Scents still lingered here. The girl would swallow hard as she came to a stop, letting out the loudest howl she had ever given in her life. It was full of desperation, tinged with sadness. She needed to see her friend... she needed to see Othello again.

"Listen to me talk," 'but read my thoughts.'

"Settle down." Said my heart.
...and so here it was I would settle down.